It still felt odd to trade out his usual leather and zippers for the big burnished-brass buttons of a woolen navy peacoat, but Genesis had bought it for him this season, so he made a point of wearing it out. It was warm, and looked sharp enough to make a new staple, although Zexion often found himself fiercely missing a hood while standing around on corners waiting for trollies.
He unwrapped himself from one outer cucoon and draped it tidily over the back of his chair, only to reveal more layers, tugging down his sweater-sleeves with a bit of trouble as his scarf slipped to the floor. Doubling forward with a soft snort to pluck it up, he fumbled it into his lap and then immediately huddled his hands into the deep pockets of a chunkily-knit cardigan. Zexion wore an even more snugly-fit pullover vest beneath that, but no pressed shirt collar folded down over the neckline...if he was going to get a sound scolding for wearing waffleweave long johns a little bit exposed in public, this would be the place to do it. He had a certain longing for cozyness and after a point, simply didn't care anymore, who thought a button down would be more appropriate beyond one's living room.
"Heartening? Guess I wouldn't know." Zexion quipped right back, bone dry and eyelids lowered. He gave a lower, curmudgeonly grumble at mention of the corridors, hands slipping from his pockets to tuck across his stomach and under each elbow, pinned tightly at his sides.
"Don't do much travel by corridor these days." He replied silkily, half-hoping that this particular update made it's way back to Riku's ears. Edmund was an intuitive go-between where it counted, where there were small inklings of promise about a Nobody's gentle progress. "The smell gets to me." Zexion added, nose crinkling with a light sniff. "...And it's not healthy, really, for the world or anyone, even little bits of exposure. You know that. I can certainly stand to suffer a bit of nippy weather like the rest of you?"
Besides, it gave him something conivial to bitch about, if nothing else. He curled his toes within his boots, squirming in his seat to fully resume some sort of comfortable posture.
"Bittersweet chocolate's good for terrible weather though." He tapped his left temple with a half-volume voice and returned wink. "Better for jolly brain chemistry than the chips....Or perhaps enhancing them?" A meaningful look of warning, although he smirks in a wicked sort of way and finally dances his fingers back around the delicate china cup handle, raising it slightly in cheers. "We'll have to see just how cruel this place is on their poor half-frozen patrons today, I suppose."
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He unwrapped himself from one outer cucoon and draped it tidily over the back of his chair, only to reveal more layers, tugging down his sweater-sleeves with a bit of trouble as his scarf slipped to the floor. Doubling forward with a soft snort to pluck it up, he fumbled it into his lap and then immediately huddled his hands into the deep pockets of a chunkily-knit cardigan. Zexion wore an even more snugly-fit pullover vest beneath that, but no pressed shirt collar folded down over the neckline...if he was going to get a sound scolding for wearing waffleweave long johns a little bit exposed in public, this would be the place to do it. He had a certain longing for cozyness and after a point, simply didn't care anymore, who thought a button down would be more appropriate beyond one's living room.
"Heartening? Guess I wouldn't know." Zexion quipped right back, bone dry and eyelids lowered. He gave a lower, curmudgeonly grumble at mention of the corridors, hands slipping from his pockets to tuck across his stomach and under each elbow, pinned tightly at his sides.
"Don't do much travel by corridor these days." He replied silkily, half-hoping that this particular update made it's way back to Riku's ears. Edmund was an intuitive go-between where it counted, where there were small inklings of promise about a Nobody's gentle progress. "The smell gets to me." Zexion added, nose crinkling with a light sniff. "...And it's not healthy, really, for the world or anyone, even little bits of exposure. You know that. I can certainly stand to suffer a bit of nippy weather like the rest of you?"
Besides, it gave him something conivial to bitch about, if nothing else. He curled his toes within his boots, squirming in his seat to fully resume some sort of comfortable posture.
"Bittersweet chocolate's good for terrible weather though." He tapped his left temple with a half-volume voice and returned wink. "Better for jolly brain chemistry than the chips....Or perhaps enhancing them?" A meaningful look of warning, although he smirks in a wicked sort of way and finally dances his fingers back around the delicate china cup handle, raising it slightly in cheers. "We'll have to see just how cruel this place is on their poor half-frozen patrons today, I suppose."