"Shush, you. Surprised you're not complaining about the ache in your bones," he quipped, shuffling forward in the cold fluff. The man trudged, but was chipper, chill air being breathed into his lungs a nice relief, invigorating as it were. Throw the scarf around his neck once more, tug it up close, but not enough to risk setting the thing aflame or stubbing out his precious cigarette-- both seemed to be equally distressing at this moment. The dino turned, slightly, but kept up his pace, lifting a gloved hand as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. You'd almost expect the smoke to freeze in the cold air, but no dice, it just floated on up and dissipated, per usual.
"Nice out, yeah? Random, but I ain't worrying about it too much. Reminds me of the snow over Kyoto. This ain't bad but home's breathtaking this season." Old temples and shrines, laced with a smattering of white, trees carrying the burden of a few layers of snowflakes, really, this man loved where he came from.