Rufus was outside wearing a bright yellow winter jacket. It was currently well below zero with the wind chill and the ground was freezing from the little bit of snow they had gotten hours ago. The sidewalks were slippery and someone bringing their dog out had managed to fall down. He'd already salted but it wouldn't hurt to do more so without gloves, teeth chattering as he went, he dragged a bag of salt with a scooper and tossed it here for there. His hands were covered in the white residue and his nice black combat boots were untied and probably a big hazard. He didn't care. He would have went on not caring had it not caught up to him and made him fall on his behind.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed rather loudly. He got up, kicked the salt bag, and then ran his salty fingers through his messy hair and then with his free hand rubbed his butt.