[ This, a little breathlessly. It helps, now that Amaterasu is forging a path, and he only really has to follow along in her wake. ]
Like. "Only the worthy may enter," kinda thing?
[ God, he hates snow, and much like she has to shake fur from her dense fur, Peter has to pause to shake his head. Snow collects in his hair, gathers on the rims of the lenses of his mask and in the crevices and gaps between vents and tubes.
A fine layer of frost stretches over the worn metal of his mask, too, and even if Peter can't see it for himself, he knows he's going to have to retract his helmet soon to keep its bare edges from freezing against his skin. ]
How are you not— freezing?
[ And the chatter of his teeth stops up the rhythm of his words. ]
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[ This, a little breathlessly. It helps, now that Amaterasu is forging a path, and he only really has to follow along in her wake. ]
Like. "Only the worthy may enter," kinda thing?
[ God, he hates snow, and much like she has to shake fur from her dense fur, Peter has to pause to shake his head. Snow collects in his hair, gathers on the rims of the lenses of his mask and in the crevices and gaps between vents and tubes.
A fine layer of frost stretches over the worn metal of his mask, too, and even if Peter can't see it for himself, he knows he's going to have to retract his helmet soon to keep its bare edges from freezing against his skin. ]
How are you not— freezing?
[ And the chatter of his teeth stops up the rhythm of his words. ]