[He was lost in his own thoughts up until she approaches. Feeling someone in his personal space snaps him out of his thoughts, and he looks over. A young looking girl. One that is acting rather familiar with him, despite never seeing him before. Not too unusual, he got that most of his life, but. Well. Referring to his post-life state is something of a clue, at least. The number of people he's shared that factoid with is rather limited.
He'll snort softly, giving something of a smirk as he jests. ]
Well, they say the cold is excellent at preserving corpses.
[He says it dryly, but still with some cheer to indicate that he's joking]
no subject
He'll snort softly, giving something of a smirk as he jests. ]
Well, they say the cold is excellent at preserving corpses.
[He says it dryly, but still with some cheer to indicate that he's joking]
Ris, right?