[The abrupt end of the feed leaves him with his mouth open and on the verge of asking a question along the lines of, 'wait, when--?'. He didn't expect Seventeen to want to meet Right Now, or at least, that's the impression he gets out of it. But, having nothing better to do, he finds himself shrugging off the inconvenience and throwing on his vest over his denim jacket, braving the snow.
He's at the dome within ten minutes with help of the map, eyelashes frozen, face flushed, and a little short on breath as if he ran the whole way. Or been chased by another territorial deer. Hugging himself lightly with his hands tucked into his armpits, he has a look around for Seventeen, taking stock of his surroundings with no small measure of curiosity.]
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He's at the dome within ten minutes with help of the map, eyelashes frozen, face flushed, and a little short on breath as if he ran the whole way. Or been chased by another territorial deer. Hugging himself lightly with his hands tucked into his armpits, he has a look around for Seventeen, taking stock of his surroundings with no small measure of curiosity.]