[And here is Ardyn, with a blanket neatly folded over his arm, and wearing no such fuzzy ear cuffs. Oh, they're novel things, yes, but he seems oddly unbothered by the cold.
Still, that's neither here nor there. What a very enthused creature, he thinks, stepping forward.]
Are you the sort who prefers the snow and the biting cold?
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Still, that's neither here nor there. What a very enthused creature, he thinks, stepping forward.]
Are you the sort who prefers the snow and the biting cold?