Enter in one (1) slightly ruffled Rumble King, bedecked in all the warm clothes the closet felt suit to give. We have a couple sweaters, one large coat, a scarf of an impressive length, and a bright green toboggan covering that normally proud head of hair, baggy sweatpants over a pair of fruity jeans, brightly patterend, and yet still leather mittens, and boots, actual boots for once. Yes, cold weather tends to force the man into normal(ish) clothing, if only because he fully realizes that being a lighter weight than most, the proud dinosaur king gets cold terribly fast, catches it, even, then spends the rest of the season huddled up in his room, feet in a bucket of hot water, thermometer under his tongue, blanket draped about those usually-relaxed shoulders, now hunched, shivering, and a mug of warmed liquor in his hands or nearby, as they fumble over a comfortable controller, the cold stealing the dexterity in those nimble fingers.
This is condition is really a shame, too, the man so vulnerable, because, really, the man does love his snow, so much. There's much fun to be had lobbing huge chunks at your subordinates when you get bored of watching them train in the snow, barking orders atop a giant snow-moe-mascot, or just daring the idiots to lick a flagpole or two. Fun times, really, and the gamer enjoyed goofing off and hucking snowballs at his fellow kings as well, so, thus, this venture was really, a destined thing. Leading his trusty roommate and fellow King out onto the snowy streets, Yoshitsune drew a slow inhale from a cigarette between his lips, thankful for the minimal warmth provided from the flame at the tip. Glancing back to see if the quick on his feet-slow on the uptake man really was following, he merely smirked, cheeks already turning red from the cool weather.