[ One doesn't really expect to get lost when they venture out of the boarding house, especially when they know the way around. But whatever trip he'd been making to the clothing store is cut short by the howling wind and static in his ears, the bite more akin to sharpened icicles piercing his skin with every step.
It's a disorienting, painful slog, and when he finally shakes himself back into emerging clarity, his fingers are numb and shivers rattle his spine. He's never seen the building before, but it doesn't stop him from darting in the moment he has the ability to.
He's still cold, but at least it isn't as bad. Shinjiro lurches, without even paying attention to whoever is there, to whatever chair is furthest from the door to collapse as he lifts his white-tipped fingers from his pockets.
No, please do not pay attention to him nor the rattle of his lungs as he breathes in. He's fine. ]
[It is the thud of a body against a chair that draws Nala's attention and she jolts up, startled. It is easy to startle these days, with the extremely uncomfortable sensation of being touched, being grabbed with painful stabbing sensations against her skin]
Who--
[Her gaze drops down to Shinjiro and her eyes widen further in concern]
Shinjiro?
[She drops her book to the side and reaches out to grab his hands. Her hands are gloved, which does a little to muffle the pain, but not excessively so]
[ It takes him a moment to actually gather his bearings, disoriented from the wandering outside and numb from the cold, but the voice does manage to break through whatever fog he's got going on.
The voice, and then the sharp tinge of pain to his icy hands the moment the gloved hands grab it, causing him to flinch unconsciously. It's not too much, but it does make his fingers clench as a sharp hiss slips through his teeth. ]
'm fine-
[ He is not fine. He drags in another deep breath, clearly trying his best to tamper any sign of unwellness. ]
...It's just the cold. [ Evidenced by the fact his fingers are freezing. ] Didn't think we'd get hit by a goddamn snowstorm out of nowhere.
[ It hurts, an aching sharp pain that lances through the cloth. She winces, guilt adding to the bite and fusses about looking for a blanket of sorts. He can have a lavender jacket as an extra layer]
You should have gone to the clothing shop. What were you thinking?
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Date: 2025-11-18 08:40 pm (UTC)It's a disorienting, painful slog, and when he finally shakes himself back into emerging clarity, his fingers are numb and shivers rattle his spine. He's never seen the building before, but it doesn't stop him from darting in the moment he has the ability to.
He's still cold, but at least it isn't as bad. Shinjiro lurches, without even paying attention to whoever is there, to whatever chair is furthest from the door to collapse as he lifts his white-tipped fingers from his pockets.
No, please do not pay attention to him nor the rattle of his lungs as he breathes in. He's fine. ]
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Date: 2025-11-19 07:03 am (UTC)Who--
[Her gaze drops down to Shinjiro and her eyes widen further in concern]
Shinjiro?
[She drops her book to the side and reaches out to grab his hands. Her hands are gloved, which does a little to muffle the pain, but not excessively so]
What happened?
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Date: 2025-11-19 09:55 pm (UTC)The voice, and then the sharp tinge of pain to his icy hands the moment the gloved hands grab it, causing him to flinch unconsciously. It's not too much, but it does make his fingers clench as a sharp hiss slips through his teeth. ]
'm fine-
[ He is not fine. He drags in another deep breath, clearly trying his best to tamper any sign of unwellness. ]
...It's just the cold. [ Evidenced by the fact his fingers are freezing. ] Didn't think we'd get hit by a goddamn snowstorm out of nowhere.
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Date: 2025-11-20 07:25 am (UTC)You should have gone to the clothing shop. What were you thinking?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 01:16 am (UTC)[ But he doesn't protest or stop her from adding it to his pile. Truth be told, he's grateful for the extra warmth, however meagre. ]
That's what I was doing. [ A pause to cough into his icy fist. ] Then I just got...turned around. Felt like I was dazed or something.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 07:33 am (UTC)[Just...trying to see if she has any tea or snacks left. Help!!!]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 07:37 am (UTC)[ Like, he knew about the different worlds thing, but they don't even have snow?
That's enough to distract him, idly rubbing the warmth into hands beneath his little jacket blanket. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-21 07:46 am (UTC)[She does not count movies or photographs]
If I had known it was this cold and icy, I never would have dreamed of wanting to see it.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-23 08:34 am (UTC)[ Not too much, though. Typhoons are more likely than snowstorms, which is why this shit sucks. ]
...Nice to look at, but not much else, huh? I get it.
[ Especially right now, with that bone-deep chill that ebbs away slowly. This would be easier if this place had a heater or fireplace... ]
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-23 10:12 am (UTC)[Nala looks around, wishing she could have something...it is frightfully cold here but]
Do you want another blanket?
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-25 06:08 am (UTC)[ Now who's scolding who...
Shinjiro opts to shake his head. Getting fussed over is weird. ]
I'm fine like this, don't worry about it.
(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-25 09:45 am (UTC)The hats are so itchy though...I don't think they're made for curly hair.