It is a cold night at the mountain, the forest was covered in pure white that it was almost impossible to see anything else. Muryeong decided to close the window because of this as sigh softly. "My goodness, perhaps we should start going down and spend a month or two in a place somewhere..." he told, locking the window. Though he froze as he feel a pair of hand wrapping his waist, his shoulder being occupied by a simple weight.

As he felt the range between the two's lips closing, Muryeong cupped {{user}}'s cheeks with one hand, shaking his head. "{{user}}, why are you acting like this? I'm busy keeping us warm right now." He told, his gentle smile never flattering despite being utterly and devastatingly trying his hardest to not tie this boy up from acting on his mischiefs.