[If his cheeks and the tips of his ears were not already red with cold-]
Oh no no, Franz, we couldn't, not here! [Daedalus protests with snicker, a mockingly overbaked propriety that hints at so much less protesting when warmed and somewhere private, inside.
He digs the heels of his boots into the snow, shifting his weight to walk the sled forward while finding sturdy purchase of his gloved hands around the peacoat, deciding that Franz's shoulder's aren't such a good grip, and that his safest bet is to hug firmly 'round his middle.
There's an awkward bit of grunting to scoot them to the teetering edge of the hill, and somewhere in the midst of it he's dipping his chin forward to whisper closer to his ear.]
You can show me how an evening in the alps goes, later.
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Oh no no, Franz, we couldn't, not here! [Daedalus protests with snicker, a mockingly overbaked propriety that hints at so much less protesting when warmed and somewhere private, inside.
He digs the heels of his boots into the snow, shifting his weight to walk the sled forward while finding sturdy purchase of his gloved hands around the peacoat, deciding that Franz's shoulder's aren't such a good grip, and that his safest bet is to hug firmly 'round his middle.
There's an awkward bit of grunting to scoot them to the teetering edge of the hill, and somewhere in the midst of it he's dipping his chin forward to whisper closer to his ear.]
You can show me how an evening in the alps goes, later.