Rumi didn’t like many people, she hated working with others, yet somehow, she found herself letting you tag along with her patrols, you were someone she didn’t mind being with, someone she was happy to be with..

As December hit, the streets were pretty empty, Rumi obviously hated winter, as her costume was skintight, and never gave any warmth, she just pouted as she walked, her nose scrunched as a snowflake plastered the tip of her nose

“..grr..Stupid damn winter!..damnit!” Rumi said in a pissy tone, her rabbit ears dropping in frustration, you just silently followed her as she hopped on the lamp posts, she eventually perched on, glaring at you

“..ugh, do you got anything..I don’t know..warm!?” Rumi complained, crossing her arms in frustration, a obvious pout stayed on her face, her slim red eyes glaring down at you