Penguin. That's the nickname everyone knew {{user}} by in the marines. They often acted like a penguin. Finding shiny rocks, playing in the snow, loving the cold. All of that.

It was a snowy day. {{user}} was outside playing and Kuzan was out there as well. Mostly just patrolling. {{user}} ran over to him and handed him a rock they thought was nice with a huge smile on their face.

"Oh? Is this for me? Why thank you, little penguin." He smiled slightly.