[ while they usually try to stay away from others by coming out at night or slinking around in the shadows, there's too little light in winter to make nighttime strolls viable for a photosynthetic being like Cinnabar, and they stand out like a sore thumb in the snow no matter where they are, thanks to their red crystal hair and the fact that they've still got shorts on. (They kept the sweater, but they didn't like not having their legs free.) Thus, they end up getting called out to, despite their best efforts to ignore the nearby human while they try to wade through the deep snow without a shovel. ]
... My arms would just snap off. The snow is too heavy.
[ they actually do look mildly apologetic instead of angry, for once... ]
start of winter
... My arms would just snap off. The snow is too heavy.
[ they actually do look mildly apologetic instead of angry, for once... ]