So Allen is not going to rectify his choice of words, hun. Not that Esteban is going to push and prod at that, he is not the best when it comes to... finding the right words at the right time. He gathers snow in his hands as he listens, rolls it into a ball just a little bigger than his fist before he starts working on a head to stack atop it-- still listening! He just needs to move his hands a bit.
Even though he's not... following much of it. Actually!
"How 'bout you show me?" Why are they actually sitting down here and talking about this when Esteban only has a blurred impression of what it might be? It's a pity they might miss a bit of the snow, but he's just as eager to see something Allen might show him, as he was to show Allen the snow piled up in the stone garden.
He's quick to get to his feet now, having a new goal, and he offers a hand to his companion with a grin, half-built mini-snowman already forgotten. They'll, uh. Get back to it later.
"I wanna see what you enjoy an' what you found challengin'!" And he's curious after all. Always curious of his companions, wanting to know more, wanting to know everyting; wanting to know them so well that he will remember them for years to come.
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Even though he's not... following much of it. Actually!
"How 'bout you show me?" Why are they actually sitting down here and talking about this when Esteban only has a blurred impression of what it might be? It's a pity they might miss a bit of the snow, but he's just as eager to see something Allen might show him, as he was to show Allen the snow piled up in the stone garden.
He's quick to get to his feet now, having a new goal, and he offers a hand to his companion with a grin, half-built mini-snowman already forgotten. They'll, uh. Get back to it later.
"I wanna see what you enjoy an' what you found challengin'!" And he's curious after all. Always curious of his companions, wanting to know more, wanting to know everyting; wanting to know them so well that he will remember them for years to come.