five kendamas [ dictated/action ]

[pocketmage]

[ Everything is cold and everything hurts.

Having to deal with the snow in Flanoir and the Ice Temple back in Tethe'alla wasn't so bad... because it was temporary. Also, the furniture was not suddenly all made of ice, and there were fireplaces and warmth and places to thaw off. So, where Genis would usually brave the cold in his normal outfit, he decided to bundle up.

A bit too much, apparently. He's taken to wandering with so many layers, the coat on top is bulky and he's having trouble even walking... pity he wanted to make it to the kitchen. Maybe he could cook something up? Or was everything in there utterly icy and useless too?

He's about to head down the stairs, when he slips, letting out a rather loud shout into the journal as he starts tumbling and rolling down the icy steps! ]

Aaahhh!

[ And lots of thudding could be heard as he rolled, having trouble stopping himself- his arms could barely move, cocooned as they were, and his fingers? Covered by two layers of mittens, as it were. ]

Ahh- ow- ah- GAH!

[ And he finds himself rolling into a hallway wall, finally coming to a stop. ]

... oww... ugh, this is the worst.

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Action~

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's been wandering around, quite happy with the weather change and seems in a particularly good mood, only paused when the boy comes rolling down the stairs.]

I seem to have been attacked by a muffin.

ldfjkkjgf /still dying

[pocketmage]

[ He tries to roll onto his side to look up at the man, frowning up at him. ]

I'm not a muffin!

dictated

[not_mafia]

G-genis-kun?! Are you alright?

8D

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade leaned over the puff of warmth and smiled a bit.]

Oh, a talking muffin, then~

dictated 4 lyf like muffins

[pocketmage]

[ There's a groan. ]

Tsuna?... oh, I'm just great. Rolling down a ton of stairs can do that to you. [ Sarcastic voice of the year award goes to??? ]

[not_mafia]

...rolling...? [how does one roll down stairs]

omg this just gets better and better

[pocketmage]

[ Okay so the frown just evolved into a glare. ]

I said I'm not a muffin! [ Wriggles on the floor uselessly a bit as he tries to sit up. :'< ]

[pocketmage]

Everything got covered in ice. You didn't get the memo?

[ Also he's in like 5000 layers of warmth and cuddliness but that's totally irrelevant. ]

Yay!

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade just kept grinning.]

Well, maybe if you were more balanced, you wouldn't be such an angry muffin~

[pocketmage]

[ He cringes as he pushes his layered arms back, finally managing to sit up. Huff. Glare. Grr. ]

It's cold, and I was making sure I was prepared!

[not_mafia]

Well, yeah. Just seemed like a weird way to describe it...

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

Do you need any assistance?

[Little Muffin Man.]

Well, at least you won't catch your death~

[Says the entirely under-prepared-looking Colonel.]

[pocketmage]

Well, I guess it could do with the fact that I actually got prepared and bundled up.

[pocketmage]

[ Have a little displeased shake of the head. ]

And you look like you're going to freeze.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

I grew up in this weather. This is actually rather nostalgic.

[Maybe the weather was making him happier. Feeling more at home when it was cold and figid than the warm and flowery summers and springs.]

[pocketmage]

Huh. [ He eventually manages to push himself to his feet, but he really does still look like a fat little muffin man. ]

That doesn't make you immune to it, though.

[not_mafia]

...how much did you bundle up, exactly?

[pocketmage]

... A lot.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

Certainly not. It's not quite cold enough for more than a scarf.

[Said scarf is pretty nicely worked with his uniform colors.]

Were you going anywhere in specific?

[Maybe he can roll you there.]

[pocketmage]

[ He would cross his arms if he was physically able. Instead, he furrows his brow. This guy was weird... ]

... I was going to the kitchen, to see if I could cook anything. [ he replied, a little sulky still. ]

[not_mafia]

W-well, I guess I can't blame you. It's pretty cold... even the house I'm living in froze over.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

I think you'd be more a fire hazard then a help in that outfit.

[pocketmage]

Ah... you live out of the castle then? [ Curious curious. ]

[pocketmage]

[ Huff, as he attempts to peel off the coat. BUT ALAS. He can hardly move his arms. ]

Then help me take this coat off!

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[He watched the boy struggle for a moment longer before he knelt down in front of him and helped him remove the coat and it's zipper snagged on the bulk of it.]

There. Feeling a tad less dough-y, now?