→two← not so bad
[Riku doesn't seem bothered by the Victorian era clothing the castle gave him. His hair keeps his ears relatively warm, too, so he's quite alright with wandering outside in the cold about the castle grounds, journal in hand, blank page open and filling just with the sounds of crunching footsteps, until he speaks up.]
... Not two weeks ago, I was on a tropical island.
[He pauses, looking around him at the winter scenery.]
Snow isn't... new. I've seen it before. I've walked in it... But it's not old, either. I don't mind this.
[He takes in a slow, deep breath of the crisp air. The way the snow swallows sound is intriguing, almost lonely. But he's alright with that.]
((OOC: open for kisses! If you planned one, if you didn't-- doesn't matter! There'll be more chances in the next two weeks~))
... Not two weeks ago, I was on a tropical island.
[He pauses, looking around him at the winter scenery.]
Snow isn't... new. I've seen it before. I've walked in it... But it's not old, either. I don't mind this.
[He takes in a slow, deep breath of the crisp air. The way the snow swallows sound is intriguing, almost lonely. But he's alright with that.]
((OOC: open for kisses! If you planned one, if you didn't-- doesn't matter! There'll be more chances in the next two weeks~))