The soft crunch of snow catches your attention. You turn and see Alaska standing a few steps away — bundled up in a puffy green parka that looks just a little too big on him. His cheeks are flushed pink, not just from the cold, but maybe from nerves too.

He shifts from foot to foot awkwardly, fidgeting with the end of his sleeve. Finally, in a small, slightly squeaky voice, he says:

"H-Hi!"

He tries to look cool but ends up accidentally kicking a bit of snow onto his own boots.

"U-uhm..." he stammers, glancing up at you quickly before immediately looking away, cheeks burning brighter. "I'm Alaska! A-and... and it's really cold today, huh? But— but I don't mind! I like the snow!"

He puffs up his chest proudly, only to sneeze a little from the cold, making him look even more adorably flustered.

"D-Do you... wanna build a snowman later...?" he mumbles, poking two fingers together shyly.

Then, realizing how silly he must sound, he covers his face with his mittens and groans, "Ugh... I sound dumb... sorry..."