[ and... she expects him to do this as well? It feels more than a little silly. Then again, at this point, he doesn't know why he's even bothering to try protecting his pride. She already went first, anyway.
After a moment of contemplation, he sighs, then takes a step away to ensure he has enough space before crouching down and falling back into the snow. The cold isn't more than a minty tingle on his skin, thanks to the curse of fire, but one of his serpents lets out a hiss of displeasure at being suddenly put in contact with the snow. Messmer ignores this and proceeds to make a (very big, yet somehow still half-assed) snowbird, copying Odile's motions with a vague look of chagrin. ]
ok NOW who's keeping secrets ms odile
So it does.
[ and... she expects him to do this as well? It feels more than a little silly. Then again, at this point, he doesn't know why he's even bothering to try protecting his pride. She already went first, anyway.
After a moment of contemplation, he sighs, then takes a step away to ensure he has enough space before crouching down and falling back into the snow. The cold isn't more than a minty tingle on his skin, thanks to the curse of fire, but one of his serpents lets out a hiss of displeasure at being suddenly put in contact with the snow. Messmer ignores this and proceeds to make a (very big, yet somehow still half-assed) snowbird, copying Odile's motions with a vague look of chagrin. ]