[ He's not wrong. There's a certain kind of discomfort that Atsumu is used to, but that is a discomfort he puts himself through. Going for a run on a frigid morning is fine, because at the end of it you can go into a warm building and be fine. Being forced to spend prolonged amounts of times in a frozen hellscape is different... that kind of cold seeps into your bones after awhile.
He hunches in on himself as he gives Silco one last surly teen look, muttering something that doesn't exactly sound like agreement under his breath as he trudges off to go...
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He hunches in on himself as he gives Silco one last surly teen look, muttering something that doesn't exactly sound like agreement under his breath as he trudges off to go...
Look for very good rocks, he supposes. ]