The cold didn't really bother the NPC all that much. Program as he was, temperatures didn't really bother him as much as it did humans. Sure, extreme temperatures over periods of time would kill him just as dead as the next person, but this wasn't affecting him that much.
Probably didn't help his mood all that much either. The city shut down in winter practically, by the look of things. Definitely didn't help the boredom.
The Reaper was about to let out another annoyed sigh when he picked up the sound of something approaching. Mechanical. Familiar, sort of. He'd heard something like it when he'd attacked the kid, Akito. Funny sort of whirring sound the shoes he'd been wearing had made it. He looked around to see what was causing it and blinked as someone leapt over him.
Well now. He'd wanted something to do.
The wind that the teen had apparently called up (how'd he done that anyway?) buffeted him a little, but Soul didn't let it bother him, just dropped down a little. Not that he didn't trust the guy's judgment, but he really didn't want to get hit. Hovering about a foot off the rooftop, he still had to look up to see the teen's face. Familiar, hadn't he seen this guy around on the network? Name, name...Sora? One of the five or so around anyway.
He lifted his goggles up to scan over Sora with ice blue eyes, curious. Yup, he was wearing the same sort of shoes 'Kito had. "That was kinda impressive," he said with interest. Apparently somewhere between impressed and curious. Inwardly he was watching carefully. He didn't know exactly what Sora could do with those wheels. The Reaper landed, wings folding behind him. "How'd you do that?"