You couldn't help it anymore, feeling the roots of nostalgia reminding you of times similar, still trying to come to terms that no matter the age, distance or time between you, her pension for causing you immense pain and overheating never ceased to be.
Without warning, you mirrored similar actions to how you'd react when she's overdress you for the winter, peeling each layer off and dropping it to the floor. Next you would collect the garments, gathering them into a pile held under your arm. Finally, you would adjust yourself accordingly, keeping the scarf with its neatly tied bow in place along with the beanie she has sewn you. The only difference from when you were a boy, was that you did not put any jacket on, feeling the hoodie she had crafted you was more than enough protection against the bitter chill of the start of winter.
"--...Sophie, its been nearly ten years, and you still act like I'm gonna die of hypothermia if I go outside. You know, it's not even as bas a Arkham or Yorkshire here. The winters're pretty tame from what everyone told me."
Guiding the zipper to the apex of the purple jacket, Sophie's nostrils flare with a satisfied exhale. From head to toe, from thermal pants, a scarf, a beanie, and three protective layers, mittens, and earmuffs to boots, her "client" was beyond prepared for the gloomy and gusty winds of Midgard. Every potential point of exposure was concealed entirely, leaving no margin for shivers or even frostbite to set in!
Marred palms rest in the divets of her hips, taking a big step behind to marvel at her work. Returning her content look was Kazic's perturbed stare, magenta eyes watching from behind the scarf that covered half of his face. His thin brows furrow together as her thick brows rise.
He was frostproof and fashionable, at that. His discontent was palpable to the woman, who had dealt with many tantrums and unpleasantness from her younger sisters. At least he was not compelled to start tugging hair, swiping hands, and tearing up clothes in the process.
Unlike Martha and Lettie, however, his provocations come silently. No warnings, no cues.
Like how his hand is already raising to the zipper right now--several minutes of work are undone in half a minute. One by one, the whole ensemble unceremoniously drop to the floor.
Sophie's lips tighten together with an unamused glower now in her eyes. "Really?" Her left arm slumps to her side.
Even with the saving grace that he redresses himself to his preference, it does little to quell her. Even with his explanation, which he may be half-right about, it does little to settle her.
To him, Sophie retorts with a raised palm, five fingers spread out. What this answers was speculation at this point. A correction or a threat, who knows?
"Do your powers also keep you warm besides letting you hear thoughts and see dreams and make things float?" She rolls her eyes, now with said hand resting on her hip. "My apologies, Kazic; I am not privy to that information." Caustic words come wrapped prettily with a bow on top.
Prague, Yorkshire, Arkham. All of those places before were colder than here; each before colder than the other, with the worst being his birthplace. Truth was that he had dealt with bitterer, freezing winters; though the grievances of having been holed up for most of it where he grew up was something she could easily harp on.
Winters are far more tolerable here than in the other places, but, oh, as if she'd give him that.
"Underdressing yourself is something you've been doing since we met." She clicks her tongue. Recent memory comes to his frequent shivers in the past autumn in the mechanic shop. Hence, he practically lived in that new jacket she made him for his birthday. "Not only that, you burn faster than most people if you do not cover up properly."
Sophie reasons that she does not need to explain this to the man whose skin reflects light.
The woman reaches out, plucking the gloves tucked under his arm. "This," she shows off the fruits of her labor, "will keep your hands warmer than your work gloves."
"Can you at least wear this when you go out?"
