Do we? What if this is the time that magic fails us?
[ That's paired with playfully and half-heartedly digging his heels into the floor as if Hilda's forcing him into something and there's any real resistance here - though the thought does cross his mind that if he stays behind it also means being that much closer to being electrocuted. He has a feeling Mogwry would delight in that. Which is to say: whatever supposed protest Claude's putting on dissolves in an instant with a squeeze to familiar fingers laced through his own to let her lead the way he was always going to follow. He's only partially aware of smiling as they walk to the door, but far more aware of it when Hilda glances back with her own grin and the one on his own face grows to match when it's too infectious to not. ]
As much as I'll ever be if you're going to insist on dragging me out there.
[ It goes without saying, perhaps, that the list of people he would do this for is a very short one. Never mind that this is all in their imaginations or whatever other technicality could be applied about being here - it makes no difference to him in the end when there's no way he would've said no to her asking. There's not any answer but yes which crosses his mind even if he has to be a little difficult about it in the process.
Magic doesn't fail this time as it turns out when in the blink of an eye, Claude's wearing a much thicker coat then before with a scarf to match. Also some sturdier socks since that seems smart what with standing on ice... sort of coming into play, and substantial gloves. Claude's self aware enough to know there's more than one way to come in contact with ice here - especially as a beginner to this - and he's not taking any chances even as he follows that up with a fully dramatic shiver. ]
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[ That's paired with playfully and half-heartedly digging his heels into the floor as if Hilda's forcing him into something and there's any real resistance here - though the thought does cross his mind that if he stays behind it also means being that much closer to being electrocuted. He has a feeling Mogwry would delight in that. Which is to say: whatever supposed protest Claude's putting on dissolves in an instant with a squeeze to familiar fingers laced through his own to let her lead the way he was always going to follow. He's only partially aware of smiling as they walk to the door, but far more aware of it when Hilda glances back with her own grin and the one on his own face grows to match when it's too infectious to not. ]
As much as I'll ever be if you're going to insist on dragging me out there.
[ It goes without saying, perhaps, that the list of people he would do this for is a very short one. Never mind that this is all in their imaginations or whatever other technicality could be applied about being here - it makes no difference to him in the end when there's no way he would've said no to her asking. There's not any answer but yes which crosses his mind even if he has to be a little difficult about it in the process.
Magic doesn't fail this time as it turns out when in the blink of an eye, Claude's wearing a much thicker coat then before with a scarf to match. Also some sturdier socks since that seems smart what with standing on ice... sort of coming into play, and substantial gloves. Claude's self aware enough to know there's more than one way to come in contact with ice here - especially as a beginner to this - and he's not taking any chances even as he follows that up with a fully dramatic shiver. ]
Alright, let's do this.