Wrathion wobbles along the outside of the rink and heads to retrieve his shoes back in return for the skates. The cold is starting to get to him, and the leather jacket isn't doing enough to keep it out even with the red scarf wound tightly around his neck.
Shoes back on, Wrathion stands up and finds his legs feel strange. This was, very clearly, all a mistake.
"Come, let us find somewhere warmer."
He gestures ahead of himself expansively, then Wrathion shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket and begins to head out away from the holiday village. Somewhere, hopefully, where it will be quiet enough for them to talk.
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Wrathion wobbles along the outside of the rink and heads to retrieve his shoes back in return for the skates. The cold is starting to get to him, and the leather jacket isn't doing enough to keep it out even with the red scarf wound tightly around his neck.
Shoes back on, Wrathion stands up and finds his legs feel strange. This was, very clearly, all a mistake.
"Come, let us find somewhere warmer."
He gestures ahead of himself expansively, then Wrathion shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket and begins to head out away from the holiday village. Somewhere, hopefully, where it will be quiet enough for them to talk.