[ If the clicks of their heels against the frozen floors didn't already alert Lupin to their presence, the clinking of their metal arms drawn tight across their chest as they shiver definitely will.
Cold, like heat, isn't a feeling Phos is familiar with, and they're largely trying to ignore it despite how overwhelmingly terrible it is by focusing on literally anything else. Right now, that means squinting at the map from just a ways behind Lupin himself. ]
How do you put up with this every season—? The weather I mean, not the scribbles.
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Cold, like heat, isn't a feeling Phos is familiar with, and they're largely trying to ignore it despite how overwhelmingly terrible it is by focusing on literally anything else. Right now, that means squinting at the map from just a ways behind Lupin himself. ]
How do you put up with this every season—? The weather I mean, not the scribbles.