Ozpin:
He expected that, really. Ozpin bows his head a tad to cast a shadow over his own features that didn’t belong to him, pulling the strings of his shirt a bit more taut. He had managed a scarf, a sweater, but it’s not like he can get a new head altogether. ( well, he could, but he’d have to put this in a place that no one would look. ) Bodies are such fragile, needy things, but the act of getting protective over them was always inevitable. Most only had one, after all. He had broken Oscar’s code simply by existing.
“ Just like home, hm? “ The statement flies unsteadily, with the older testing the waters. “ The world is so much more vexingly magical than even I could have anticipated. “ A tentative step. They both hear the crunch of snow underneath the balls of his feet. “ … I know where you can get some warmer clothes, if that will help you. “
Oscar takes a moment to look over Ozpin’s attire, finding a brief amount of discomfort in his fashion. It doesn’t look right to him. Perhaps it’s due to how use to his own wardrobe he is, what with refusing to look like an old man before he hits his mid-teens, but there’s also a distinct amount of relief that comes with it. Aside from the body, they don’t look entirely alike; fingers trail to fiddle with the strings on his own shirt, though he does nothing further with them.
His head snaps towards the elder when the snow sounds from beneath his boots, looking startled as if thrown from his own thoughts. Expression mellows after a moment, shaking his head. “ No, it’s… it’s fine. I can find clothes myself. I need to get familiar with this place anyways. ”
