Night 60: Recreational Field

[fuukaenbujin]

[from here]To be honest, it was colder than he had expected. It very well hadn't been the middle of winter in Makai, so Kurama cited that as the reason why he would be so unaccustomed to the sudden climate change now

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[complicatedliar]

Loki considered pointing out that if he didn't know what guns were, it wasn't very likely that he'd know what bullets were either, but that seemed a bit too glib and overtly antagonistic for now. He was still doing his best to play along, after all. The information that followed about the monsters was so nonspecific as to be almost entirely useless, though it seemed more likely that there was just a wide and fascinating variety of things that could go utterly wrong.

Either way, he just took in the information, nodded, and followed Riku.

As Riku pointed toward the shed, Loki paused and sniffed delicately at the air, then just listened for a moment. His breath frosted. It was cold, but nothing like the freezing chill of Jotunheim, nothing that he needed to worry might have untoward effect. There was still that strange heaviness to everything that he was beginning to dislike intensely.

"All right," he said, voice pitched low. With quiet competence he moved toward the shed, his pace slow and measured as he waited to see if an attack

[antiheroed]

Riku didn't like the cold much, either, but he ignored his breath on the air. There were enough nights out here like this that he was getting used to it. For him, even if there was a chill that ran over his skin, it wasn't any different from being somewhere he didn't want to be; rain, sand, sun, whatever-it wasn't the conditions that mattered to him by now so much as the fact that it was distinctly not home. By now, his mind had been well-trained into dealing with any conditions to the contrary of that. He didn't like it, especially as he was sure it was one of the things his friends noticed