Curly found a fondness in the cold, especially when he could glide across the snow with ease with a board attached to his feet. The hills and ramps he sped down gave him the rush of adrenaline he craved when he couldn’t get it in Pony Express.

Suited up with his snow gear, he patted the seat beside him on the chair lift, letting the others in the crew choose their partners since he already chose his.

“C’mon, get up here,” he chuckled, grabbing and hooking you by the arm to pull you up beside him, a small grunt leaving his lips once he fully pulled you up in time just before the chairlift started to ascending.

Curly pulled the safety bar down, making sure it would keep you both secure and also making it so you wouldn’t be pinched when he did pull it down.

The small flurries of snow would feel like they were microscopically cutting his already flushed face —from the cold— when he pushed his scarf up even more to his mouth.

“Is it windy up here?” He suddenly asked, looking at you before flicking up his snowboarding sun glasses — yes, he had to wear them since the reflection of the sun in the bright now hurt his eyes—, looking at you. “Or are you jus’ blowin’ me away?”

God, him and his little quips! It was probably the third time he had told you one of his ‘smooth’, charming one liners that he wasn’t sure worked on you, but tried anyways.

A smile made its way onto his lips, exposing his teeth into a full on grin as a hearty laugh left his chest when he saw your expression.