Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-32932951-20190519040607

Italian rage abruptly cut off by snowflakes landing on Ghiaccio's eyelashes. Making him blink.

It...Takes more then a moment to let the fact that he's in a snowy place sink in. The following words are so loud that they even manage to accomplish the feat of drowning out the sounds of an excited Melone.

"W-WAS THIS IS FATED TO HAPPEN?! DID GOD JUST GIVE THE ULTIMATE FUCK YOU?! IS THE RED STRING OF FATE STREWN IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES OF MY LIFE?! NONE OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED MAKES ANY FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER AND I HAAAATE THAT! I HATE THAT WITH 100% OF MY SOUL BODY AND MIND. NO ANSWER EXISTS TO IT EITHER. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCCCCCK! YOU THINK I'M JUST GONNA TAKE THAT HUH?! I THINK I'M GONNA LET SOME BULLSHIT LIKE THIS GO UNDER MY MOTHERFUCKING RADAR?! HELL TO THE NO! WHATEVR UNSEEN DIVINE FORCE THAT MADE THIS HAPPEN I WILL FREEZE TO DEATH! I SWEAR ON IT! YOU WILL NEVER EVER FEEL AS COLD IN YOUR LIFE LIKE YOU HAVE BEFORE WHEN I MEET YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOUUUUUU!!!"

Ghiaccio's voice went hoarse from all the yelling.

"...Speaking of cold, it's cold here.「White Album」!"

Being only seen to Ghiaccio and Melone, this  (Uh here's another one that shows the front of White Album.) suit of armor envelops Ghiaccio. Ghiaccio is now very warm and cozy inside of his suit. Another thing to note, violate his personal space and you may become a human popsicle.