@fmrboarder - "It's much too cold here." Brassius' teeth are chattering. He is so not dressed for snow.
' it would be more concerning if it weren't. '
he lets out a heavy breath of air and rolls his eyes. it's not the first time he's seen someone take the frigid mountain lightly, and it troubles him all the same each time. gloved hands reach towards his trademark scarf, slowly taking it off. then, he loops it over brassius' shoulders, or attempts to anyways, and tightening it comfortably.
' you're lucky to have made it this far dressed like that. '
Truthfully, to Brassius’ defense, he didn’t own extreme winter weather at this point. He seldom ventured out into such weather to avoid getting sick. Which was probably all the more reason to dress appropriately. The Grass leader’s eyes narrowed briefly as Grusha removed his scarf. Lips tugged into a warm smile as the young man slung it around his neck.
“You’re too kind -- and very correct,” he huffed in amusement, hands gripping light at the scarf appreciating its added warmth.
“I did not think I’d be out in this weather this long honestly,” he stated, tapping at his chin in thought.
“I was looking for a Snover to catch you see!” They beamed, hand pressing over his heart with a wide grin. “Its unique typing has captured my heart. Grass, which would seldom be able to survive in such temperatures -- finding life and harmony as one within Snover as a grass and ice type. I am truly excited to get the chance to train one and hope one will allow me to make it my next muse,” Brassius explained, sounding rather emotional about the entire idea.
“I must observe Snover in its natural habitat -- but I admit my excitement got the better of me and I seem to have planned very poorly for such an outing. Perhaps you could point me to the nearest shop in which I could get a coat?”