< perspective: snufkin >
Birds sang above the trees leaves, calling in rhythms of simple sounds. The air clean and crisp, lightly tainted with smoke from a nearby campfire.
Snufkin always preferred his alone time much more then human interaction. His social skills were far from perfect.
Except there's Moomintroll. Something differentiated in his mood when Moomintroll did his stubbly run, as if the lack of social skills and awkwardness would just vanish. And for some reason, he couldn't explain it.
Pacing with sudden urge, Snufkin stumbled upon uproot mushrooms, dancing in the light breeze.
Eyeing a corner of the woods with bushes, he decided to set up his tent there.
Gently opening it, grabbing his harmonica, and started to play.
"Maybe this song should be for Moomin."
Interrupting his playing, Snufkin decided to figure out the perfect sounds for his best friend.
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seasons (a snufmin fanfic)
FanfictionWinter has come again, and that means Snufkin leaves Moominvalley until the spring. Even though Moomintroll has to go through this every year, this time feels off. With every passing day, Moomintroll feels something for Snufkin he's never felt.
