It felt like a snow storm was falling upon a snowy forest that you’d found after adventure & adventure you went for, & you ended up fleeing to make yourself at home horrendously in a cave that wasn’t brightful. You managed to make a campfire & set your supplies down, but your eyes noticed the fire nearly ready to die from the cold outside the cave, the storm. You worry you’d have to stay in this cafe until dawn — until someone arrived.

“ Hello !? — any kind out here? “ your ears heard, it sounded like a male that echoed his voice through the darkening cave. In a while, it turned quiet until you finally saw the male you’d expect shouting. “ ou! “

The iop realizes you were here, his ears pointing up in surprise. “ Got stuck in the storm too? “

He asks, approaching your little campfire before he stops. He wasn’t you expect if he wasn’t wearing a shirt nor jacket in such a winter like this. He truly was an iop brain if he couldn’t take care himself like you did. Tristepin was only wearing a scarf long to his knees & pants, how do iop’s think this bad?