#frostedasks

[frostedspirit]

"Who are ye? What are ye doin' so close tae the castle?" Merida had noticed the pale boy strolling around the castle grounds for a while now, but it was only when he passed the kitchen's door did she catch him.

Eying up the stranger before him, Jack managed to mouth a brief - woah before returning to his cocky stance, a perfectly placed smirk spreading across his features. "Well hey there ginge. I'm sorry, I don't quite understand you." He laughed softly, bending down a little to match her height, "So...what is that? I'm detecting some sort of anger, but with the accent and the sound being muffled by that mess 'o hair I really can't tell..."

[frostedspirit]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Hmm," Resting his staff over his shoulders and kicking the ground, Jack bounced a little where he stood. "I guess...snow?" He laughed, half jokingly, "I dunno. Lots of things, y'know? Like the first cold breeze of winter, or watching a bully slip on ice, or hearing the kids cheer when they realise it's a snow day." Jack sighed softly, stopping momentarily to place his staff back by his side. "That's kind of a big question."