I guess if you turned it up out here, it would melt all the snow, huh?
[Never mind where the indoor snow came from. He knows the answer. It's ~magic~!
The bad thing about Hiyori is that he's prone to complaining. The good thing is that he tends to bounce back quickly. He manages to throw her a smile despite the persistent chill, still moving forward with the box held in his hands.]
I'll see if I can manage with just my jacket. If not, I guess we'll build a blanket fort!
[The jacket he's wearing is a winter coat. He and Jun found a pair of them inside one of those treasure chests in the flower maze. Alongside an assortment of... other goods.
As for her Aura question:]
I'm not sure I've ever used it while walking before, but I guess it doesn't hurt to try.
[And then he goes quiet, trying to focus. As his words probably gave away, he's still getting the hang of activating it. He treats the process sort of like meditation and tends to do it sitting down in a quiet place. Perhaps he'd be better at it at home, where he generally had a clearer mind as a consequence of having less to worry about.
But he gives it a try, humming softly under his breath as he recalls the lullaby he used as inspiration the first time. If it works, great! And if it doesn't work, oh well. As she said, they're almost there anyway.]
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[Never mind where the indoor snow came from. He knows the answer. It's ~magic~!
The bad thing about Hiyori is that he's prone to complaining. The good thing is that he tends to bounce back quickly. He manages to throw her a smile despite the persistent chill, still moving forward with the box held in his hands.]
I'll see if I can manage with just my jacket. If not, I guess we'll build a blanket fort!
[The jacket he's wearing is a winter coat. He and Jun found a pair of them inside one of those treasure chests in the flower maze. Alongside an assortment of... other goods.
As for her Aura question:]
I'm not sure I've ever used it while walking before, but I guess it doesn't hurt to try.
[And then he goes quiet, trying to focus. As his words probably gave away, he's still getting the hang of activating it. He treats the process sort of like meditation and tends to do it sitting down in a quiet place. Perhaps he'd be better at it at home, where he generally had a clearer mind as a consequence of having less to worry about.
But he gives it a try, humming softly under his breath as he recalls the lullaby he used as inspiration the first time. If it works, great! And if it doesn't work, oh well. As she said, they're almost there anyway.]