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[Richard is up early this morning, out and about before most of the rest of the household is even awake. He's not about to let his odd sensitivity to any sort of wind stop him from getting things done-- instead, he simply bundles himself up until he looks more like a walking pile of coats and scarves than anything else before making his way in to the center of town for a shopping trip. Of course, the downside of said bundle of outer layers is that it's a bit hard for him to see, meaning that he might occasionally stumble into people or objects before he even realizes it...

His first stop is the grocery store, where he can be found consulting a list and selecting ingredients. Okay, maybe making a black forest cake is a bit ambitious on his end, but he wants to give it a shot anyway. It SOUNDS delicious, if nothing else.

Then he heads to the item store to grab a few more things, even though he'd already picked out his main present some time ago. Perhaps a new toy for Tiger Festival as well...

Of course, then he realizes that his recipe calls for cherry liqueur, which requires a stop by Good Spirits to pick some of that up.

Finally, he heads back home to House 28, where housemates will find him in the kitchen baking something that smells very delicious and very chocolatey. The end result may be a little lopsided and the frosting job definitely leaves something to be desired (maybe he should've whipped that whipped cream a bit more, it seems a little runny), but at least it smells good?]

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[When Isamu moves to block the door, the smile on Richard's face edges towards something closer to mild irritation.]

It shouldn't be a problem as long as I dress properly.

"Properly" isn't that many layers, Richard.

[Not budging.]

Then how many layers would be acceptable in your eyes?

[Also not budging.]

Two. Maybe three, depending on how thick they are.

[Only two? Well, maybe he can handle that if he picks the two thickest ones...

He'll start stripping the excess layers off so that he can put his heaviest coat back on over his shirt and sweater combo. Which totally counts as one layer and he will not be convinced otherwise.]

... Eh. It'll do.

[At least he doesn't look like the abominable coat monster.]

[He finishes buttoning and zipping the final coat up; then, after a brief hesitation, he adds on a scarf, a hat, and a pair of gloves. Hopefully that will be enough to keep him warm against the wind.]

There. Now, shall we?

[Still concerned, Isamu gives a nod of his head.]

I have the right to make you turn back around and go home if I believe there's something seriously wrong with you, though.

You don't need to worry about that-- I would already be heading home on my own before you even noticed something was wrong.

[It's a lie and he suspects Isamu knows it.]

Riiight.

You don't give me enough credit when it comes to my level of perceptiveness.

[In truth, he gives Isamu a great deal of credit for it. That's how he knows that he can't fool his friend for long, no matter how hard he may try.

That's exactly why he opts for a subject change in the form of reaching out and pinching Isamu's nose shut.]

... Yes, because this is a resolution, right here.

[The words come out as nasally as one would expect.]

You were expecting something else?

[They're not talking about him anymore. In his eyes, that is a victory.]

[He'll get back to talking about Richard at some point. You can be sure of it.]

I don't know why I would. [He bats the hand away.] Now let's get going.

Yes, let's. We don't want to stay out so late that we miss making dinner and come home to Asbel having eaten the entire cake instead.

[In fact, he's already heading for the door. Isamu had best speed up if he wants to keep up with Richard.]

[Bundled as he is, it shouldn't be hard.]

If he does, you'll just have to make a new one.

Or make a trip to the bakery instead.

[Bracing himself, he opens the door and tries very hard not to shiver when the cold air hits him.]

Also an option, though it wouldn't have that homemade feel.

[Isamu watches him carefully as they go out.]

And here I thought you'd be insulted by anything less than homemade.

[At least it isn't such a long walk to the Battle Dome; he can fake being unaffected by the chill for that long, difficult though it may be. Still, he keeps his arms wrapped around himself for warmth and hopes that Isamu doesn't notice this part.]

[It's hard not to notice when he's purposefully looking for this sort of thing, but he doesn't mention it. Richard seems to be managing otherwise. It's just an issue he'll have to address again in the future.]

Should we train in a hot climate, then?

[Managing mainly because he's become so good at concealing things from others. He's still freezing cold even beneath the layers he's wearing, but at least it isn't quite as bad when the wind isn't hitting his skin directly.]

Are you saying that because you want to see me take off my shirt?

[Deflecting tension with humor: a classic tactic.]

No, I don't really feel like being blinded today.

[He's used to the deflection, but he'll bring it up again later for sure.]

Perhaps I should tell Asbel he can go ahead and eat that cake after all.

[It's hard not to sigh in relief when they finally reach the Battle Dome and make it inside into the warm air. That's much more like it...]

I'm just saying it like it is! Don't punish me for that.

[Isamu will just get a scarf tossed in his face for his trouble. Rude.

Except Richard is laughing.]

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