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[walksonrooftops]

[In his entire life, Asato hasn't seen even a single flake of snow.

So, when he steps out of his home--his own apartment, this time, though he goes back and forth between this and the house towards the city's edge--he's stunned and even a little afraid. To his body, which is accustomed to the warmth of sub-tropical Sisa, this environment is now bone

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[scotopic]

That's an odd way of making a snow angel.

[walksonrooftops]

Snow angel? [He stops for a moment, ears perked up.]

[scotopic]

[B nods.] Was that not your intention?

[walksonrooftops]

I just like how this stuff feels!

[scotopic]

My apologies. I thought, based on what I observed, that you were making an attempt to fashion a snow angel.

[walksonrooftops]

What's a snow angel?

[scotopic]

An angel shape, made in a pile of snow.

[walksonrooftops]

Ah...how do you do that?

[scotopic]

Hm, I suppose it's probably best if I just show you how it's done.

[B shuffles over to a nice fresh patch of snow and stretches out on his back, moving his arms and legs up and down to make the snow angel.]

Like this.

[walksonrooftops]

Ah! [Asato smiles, nods, and copies him, getting up after. He shakes himself off and flicks snow off his tail, admiring what he just did.] It looks like the goddess!

[scotopic]

Does it? [B sits up and glances over at Asato's impression in the snow.] I suppose you could argue it looks like a lot of things.

[walksonrooftops]

What else can you do with snow?

[scotopic]

Hmm ... you can make snowmen, and snow sculptures, and snowballs, and snow forts ... snow castles ... and igloos.

[walksonrooftops]

I've done a snowman...but not those other things. Can you show me?

[scotopic]

Well, I could certainly try ... what would you like to start with, Asato?

[walksonrooftops]

Whichever is simplest for you, Ryuzaki. [He never wants to cause anyone any trouble.]