Shakey shake shaaaaaake went Mia's small body hidden underneath the white snow. Flakes, puffs, and pieces of the frozen liquid slipped off of her body and fluffy coat. Flying in the air with a random carefree abandonment at her efforts to clean herself off. To the right to the right to the right to the right, to the left to the left to the left to the left. Right kick left kick, right kick left kick. Then turned herself all around, all the way in a twirl. Where the snow went as it cleared off of her, who knows. But soon when she opened her eyes again hopefully she would find out.
Back by Jikan and Miriko, it seemed Jikan's attempt of care had had its opposite effect. Perhaps it was a bit un-welcomed talking to Miriko about needing to take care of herself. She was an adult after all, and no adult would ever be in the mood to be talked to about needing to do this or that. If anything when Jikan finished talking about it it seemed that Miriko was uninterested about it. A strange fact due to Jikan believing should be taking care of one's body like a temple and being prepared for the things one had to face. Like. Cold. Weather. She knew how Miriko was about her work fully well by now, but still. Well, at least Miriko fixed the layering by herself, glasses on too; cute bonus as well. Miriko heard Jikan's concerned and fixed it maybe?
Gifted scarf held out in her hand, Jikan looking on with a sigh and tilted head down in a 'oh you are so so stubborn' look as Miriko gave her answers to Jikan's questions. What was this action and attitude, it was like Miriko was a child. She was talking while attempting her drawing, one that was very different from the normal charm and grace in her strokes. It was rough, it was broken and shaking. Whatever she was trying to make seemed to not be coming out so to speak in the picture she was trying to create. She was determined though that made Jikan like this whole situation a little bit; respect. Even if she was ignoring the conditions of her environment with the weather, continuing on like normal as if nothing was chilly.
It was not an intended imposition on her, more of an encouragement aid. But it might as well have been that case. For Miriko's mood was becoming more and more grumpy with it all. And it was becoming easier to hear in her voice. Was this a stubbornness of anger, determination, or a flick of childish light in her character? Either way Miriko said she would be fine, and although Jikan did not believe so, she had to let her do as she wished. Guess she would just standing by being a fireplace and helping Miriko if the time came.
"Okay Miriko. I hear you. I will just stay here and help keep you warm then if you will let me", she said in a defeated sign. A thin layer of her own stubbornness in her voice as well as she spoke. She just hoped that Miriko wouldn't caused herself harm in her extreme ways. Placing her scarf back around her own shoulders, Jikan kept the fire in her hand going, using her mana as fuel to increase the heat and brightness that it gave off. She took a quick glance at Miriko's hands, wondering and trying to see if they were cold. To her none surprise, no gloves. A testament to Miriko's philosophy at feeling her art material fully unfiltered. A good trait to be one with art...bad in facing weather and work environments.