Feels a lot warmer but… Can’t believe THIS is the best they had? Those ears… No longer dressed quite so scantly now that she had found the service of a merchandizing stand and all the more comfortable for it in one way, while the thick white socks covered her legs without being too garish Samantha Salucci had to admit that she had some mixed feelings about the baggy sweatshirt she now sported, or at the very least the pointed protrusions which seemed to burst forth from the top of her hood and tell a tale which was entirely outside her usual ‘brand’.
She’s definitely paying me back for this…! Grumbling to herself on account of such a fact as she once more seemed to be stomping along the seafront looking like some form of adorable snow monster thanks to the cat-like ears her clothing sported, all that the ever rambunctious redhead could think of was the mischievous minx who had landed her in this situation, and perhaps was so focused upon thoughts of making them square that she wasn’t paying as much attention as she perhaps should have as she was walking.
“W-What the?!” Silently seething over the sense of humiliation she had seemed to suffer though thankfully not marching into the path of danger, at least in regard to herself, all that her scarlet sullenness could do was stutter and stumble as her toe seemed to collide with something unstable, and then through some combination of imbalance and unfortunate stepping position seem to stomp all over a rather modest snow structure which a small soul had been trying to create.
WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
…Crap. Sufficed to say said party not exactly thrilled by what she had done and almost immediately seeming to wail at the realization that their little effort toward fortifying this frosty scenario had been thoughtlessly and perhaps heartlessly undone by the effort of one crimson haired clod, all too quickly did the cheeks of Miss Salucci seem to pinken as she spotted someone small and in thick clothes and gloves beneath her sobbing, and a moment later was she glancing about herself to see a lot of worried and not exactly comforting gazes cast into her direction.
“H-Hey… Uh, don’t cry… I’ll um… H-Help you build a new one?” For that reason and perhaps out of guilt as well for the outcome of the misadventure that her feet had apparently taken, after a huffing breath our not so valiant heroine seemed to buckle at her knees and waist and move into a crouching position as she tried to calm the distress which she had inflicted upon the little figure before her, taking responsibility as best she could for the mistake even if she knew that her ability in art and crafting was rarely considered the best. Though, two pairs of hands were always better than one, right…?