[ Briefly curious, brows ticked in wonder, it doesn't take long for Mikazuki to halt his actions and wise up to what she's trying to do. So they sit there, stubbornly criss-crossed by good intentions and the fabric of his scarf. He sighs patiently, white puffing against the sharp air. ]
Come on. [ He urges, briefly chastising, sounding older than he looks. ] I'm used to cold. I grew up a long way from Earth. See for yourself.
[ Leaning down, he points at his cheek, a little red from the air but otherwise not discolored. She can inspect his innate warmth all she likes, he's bullheaded too. ]
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Come on. [ He urges, briefly chastising, sounding older than he looks. ] I'm used to cold. I grew up a long way from Earth. See for yourself.
[ Leaning down, he points at his cheek, a little red from the air but otherwise not discolored. She can inspect his innate warmth all she likes, he's bullheaded too. ]