[Haruka had been intending to go grocery shopping; with the first snow, hot pot sounds like a good idea. He's dressed warmly for the weather, a scarf coiled around his neck and slung over his shoulder, wings poking out of holes in his clothes.
But he's distracted by the snowman that hadn't been there yesterday.
His gaze flickers to the ice, before it returns to the snowman. It's been a long time since he's made snow sculptures. A really long time. He doesn't want to think about that too much. However, there's something missing from this snowman. He stares for a long moment, hand going to his chin as he thinks.
Ah.
He walks towards the snowman, unwinding his scarf, intending to place it onto Rikku's snowman.]
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But he's distracted by the snowman that hadn't been there yesterday.
His gaze flickers to the ice, before it returns to the snowman. It's been a long time since he's made snow sculptures. A really long time. He doesn't want to think about that too much. However, there's something missing from this snowman. He stares for a long moment, hand going to his chin as he thinks.
Ah.
He walks towards the snowman, unwinding his scarf, intending to place it onto Rikku's snowman.]