Winter really wasn't his thing. Honestly that's the only thing he hated about this place. That, and the gripping loneliness but who was counting. It wasn't like he was going out of his way to make friends. He never did these days. Gone were the times of bubbly childhood smiles, and insistent (annoying) behaviors. Now he was just this. Basically the whole place was frozen solid, and it was damn cold. He missed Australia, only for it's lack of snowy weather, if he was being honest. The snow lost it's novelty already.
Inconvenience powder, that's all it was. Not to mention he didn't really have the clothes for all of this...nonsense. Honestly he hadn't been certain what the weather in this world would be like until it started happening. Unluckily for him the climate was not as tropical as he had assumed. Though whether it was the giant freaking dragon, or just the damn climate in general he couldn't be sure. Not that it mattered anyways. He was stuck with it either way.
At the very least, it was pretty, and he was a sucker for aesthetics. The frozen water and the snow had a way of dampening sound and honestly just making everything more peaceful. Not to mention there was something whimsical about frozen water. not to mention a whole frozen goddamned ocean. So here he was, walking albeit unsteadily on frozen ocean waters. Some of it was frozen so suddenly it was shaped like waves. He couldn't help but want a closer look, and it seemed steady enough to walk on. If not well, he was pretty sure he remembered all the safety tips when it came to plunging into frozen over waters. Or you know, death could take him. Either way right?
Regardless of the apparent safety, or potential lack-thereof, he wished he had snow shoes, or ice skates or something because it was damn hard to walk in, in the warmest pair of sneakers he owned, but he was too curious about the frozen shapes of the whole damn ocean to really care about potential frostbite. He was layered in probably every hoodie he owned, a beanie and a scarf he found somewhere at the bottom of his dresser. He had his legskins on under his jeans to add an extra layer, considering they were the only thing he knew that would fit under his jeans, and two layers was better than one swimwear or not.
There was a smaller wave ripple he found, just a little speed-bumo sized hill, in the frozen water. An idea sparked into his head, and he backed up several steps. A smirk pulled onto his features as he gave a little sprint, before planting both of his feet and letting himself slide, he made it to the top of the little hump, but his feet fell out from under him on the way down, and he fell squarely on his ass. He was laughing through the curses he was letting out, however. Maybe this weather wasn't so bad after all.