[ Stubbornly, he had pushed on through the storm until it was too fierce to continue. The snow had piled up more than most as a result. Rude had his jaw set, forcing himself to shiver as little as possible.
Head down, smacking the snow from the front of his suit, Rude is concentrating too much to really notice Rinoa's approach. It only registers when he looks up and, oh, there she is. Right in his bubble, helping out. ]
...Rude. [ Wait, no. It never works when he says it like that. ] My name is Rude.
[ He stands still, letting her do her part. Freezes, he might say, if his inner Reno wouldn't lambast him for such a terrible line. ]
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Head down, smacking the snow from the front of his suit, Rude is concentrating too much to really notice Rinoa's approach. It only registers when he looks up and, oh, there she is. Right in his bubble, helping out. ]
...Rude. [ Wait, no. It never works when he says it like that. ] My name is Rude.
[ He stands still, letting her do her part. Freezes, he might say, if his inner Reno wouldn't lambast him for such a terrible line. ]