The cold-blooded one slipped smoothly past the flame king, still in that chipper sort of mood. Sharklike-- raptorlike? Yes, we'll go with that, teeth bared in that predatory top-of-the-world-and-not-a-damn-thing-you-can-do-about-it grin. Trying to avoid the chill and still enjoy the cold wetness of it all, he bent and scooped a measure of snow deftly, balling it in his hands to a solid lump, something resembling a sphere. Tossing it a couple times with one hand, up, down, up, down, he tested the weight and heft of the thing.
"That's a shame, Supi-chan. Try and remember to go when/if you go back home, 'cause I don't remember seeing you there." That was the pin of the issue here, wasn't it? Always ticking at the back of his mind, there was the odd and wistful conclusion that he was spending all his time with a dead man, and really, it did little for the man's psyche. He dwelt on things, much longer than other people realized, if only because he was inherently supposed to."Out in the country's where it's best." Still musing with that little sphere of snow matter, watching it idly up, and down, and up. Maybe he could build a snow-creature, one of those little mascots from video games.