[ climbed the mountain with his little traveler crop-top? Wriothesley imagines Aether hanging off of a rock with an icicle on his navel, Paimon floating at his side, in her little blanket, shivering. the water warms up, probably not enough to make good tea, but enough to make some semblance of weak, kinda bad tea. two of the teabags get dropped in, and he lets it seep.
Wriothesley isn't immune to the cold, but being a Cryo Vision holder certainly makes him able to withstand it for longer. out of the corner of his eye he sizes-up Aether, head to foot, then as if he's already decided that he doesn't want to see that little icicle on Aether's bellybutton, he drops his heavy coat over his shoulders. it's still warm from his body heat, the noise of of so many chains jingling around him as he falls. ]
Come on, you'd be a snowman still muttering I'll be okay. [ he's emptying the teapot into two warm cups and sliding one over to Aether like they're in Fontaine's seediest sewer bar. the tea is ... well, it's bad, but it's hot. ] Then they'll send me to Mondstadt's jail for letting you freeze.
[ is there a Mondstadt jail? nevermind.
the wind outside is howling, and from the way the snow is blowing horizontally across the mouth of the cave, Wriothesley doubts it's going to calm down anytime soon.
he adjusts the blanket over his shoulders (he looks a little silly in his own eccentric brand of clothing, as the blanket doesn't really match his aesthetic), and starts striding around (sniffing maybe, like a dog finding a place to lie down) the cave. ]
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Wriothesley isn't immune to the cold, but being a Cryo Vision holder certainly makes him able to withstand it for longer. out of the corner of his eye he sizes-up Aether, head to foot, then as if he's already decided that he doesn't want to see that little icicle on Aether's bellybutton, he drops his heavy coat over his shoulders. it's still warm from his body heat, the noise of of so many chains jingling around him as he falls. ]
Come on, you'd be a snowman still muttering I'll be okay. [ he's emptying the teapot into two warm cups and sliding one over to Aether like they're in Fontaine's seediest sewer bar. the tea is ... well, it's bad, but it's hot. ] Then they'll send me to Mondstadt's jail for letting you freeze.
[ is there a Mondstadt jail? nevermind.
the wind outside is howling, and from the way the snow is blowing horizontally across the mouth of the cave, Wriothesley doubts it's going to calm down anytime soon.
he adjusts the blanket over his shoulders (he looks a little silly in his own eccentric brand of clothing, as the blanket doesn't really match his aesthetic), and starts striding around (sniffing maybe, like a dog finding a place to lie down) the cave. ]