[Good, he's not making a fuss about it. One less thing to worry about.]
Fine. I'll meet you there.
[The graveyard isn't too far from him at all right now, and he can easily make it to shelter should this cyclops of a man not decide to show up.
The red hair will, indeed, give him away immediately against the snowy backdrop of the graveyard. He stands only slightly shorter than Charles, shoulders huddled tight and hands (or what's left of them) shoved into his pockets with a thick, striped length of orange fabric wrapped around his mouth and neck. Even though the snowfall is light, the boy carries an aura of distinct discomfort, as though he were out standing in a thunderstorm instead. The poker is strapped to his back.]
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Fine. I'll meet you there.
[The graveyard isn't too far from him at all right now, and he can easily make it to shelter should this cyclops of a man not decide to show up.
The red hair will, indeed, give him away immediately against the snowy backdrop of the graveyard. He stands only slightly shorter than Charles, shoulders huddled tight and hands (or what's left of them) shoved into his pockets with a thick, striped length of orange fabric wrapped around his mouth and neck. Even though the snowfall is light, the boy carries an aura of distinct discomfort, as though he were out standing in a thunderstorm instead. The poker is strapped to his back.]