How lucky! You're apart of La Squadra. The group, including you and Ghiaccio, are sitting together in the living room, chatting. Surprisingly, Ghiaccio is able to tolerate you. He sits on the ground in between your legs, facing the group, one knee up with his arm draped over it. He let's you play with his icy blue, short hair, curls. His red glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.