Mao stamped the snow off his boots as the door opened, giving Wolf a grin at his greeting. The Asian boy was probably a deaf person's dream, he was very expressive (some might say overly so) in both face and body, almost like a cartoon. And just because he knew how to sign didn't mean his big mouth wasn't flapping at the same time as his hands, he did both all at once. "Some wolf you are, you don't even eat meat." Mao was always giving Wolf a hard time about being a vegetarian. It just boggled his mind that a person would turn away steak, or bacon. Madness!!
School? Blah, school! "Boring!" He slipped his coat off, letting Wolf take it. While the older boy was occupied, Mao suddenly lunged forward, smooshing his frozen palms into Wolf's cheeks, crying out, "Icy Hand Attack!!" Yes, Mao was the picture of maturity. He immediately bounced out of arms reach in the hopes of avoiding retaliation, laughing impishly. Mao was big on physical pranks, poking, prodding, tackling, wrestling... It was nice to be able to get someone without them putting up friggen' force fields and blocking him, like some people always did.