Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15488047-20131022040716/@comment-15488047-20140408051613

Cerule watched Tianee go through the hustle and bustle of morning routine, still submerged in the haze of sleep. He let his friend guide him along, putting on the heavy coat she offered and strapping on some heavy-duty snowshoes.

He truly woke up when the door opened and his boots crunched into the snow, icy air like a smack in his face. Noting the heavy coat (and his tonfa neatly folded in the sleeves; it seemed like his half-asleep self wasn't completely incompentent, after all), he wondered if he would be able to maintain the speed and balance he relied on for his fighting style with the extra weight. He didn't want to be a burden to Tianee, who certainly had terrain advantage.

"How deep into the forest will we be going?" he asked, absentmindedly stroking Neil's ear with one hand, the other deep in his coat pocket, counting the number of spare rounds he brought with him on the journey.