[Right, the storm. Donnie still looks like he might fall apart if someone so much as sneezes at him but he's listening now. His eyes flick away from Leo, looking around as he tries to pull his focus together, breath still trailing in frosty puffs.
What'd Leo say before that? Breathe, Donnie, breathe. He tries to slow his breaths, turning to squint down the snow-covered road ahead. Whatever hard work the snowblowing drones had done have long since been rendered pointless, and the winds pick up, throwing white flurries that are making it harder to see.
Which way had they been heading? This is a main road, he's pretty sure of it. If they keep following it they should hit the city square. Yeah. Keep going.
A goal helps, and the storm demands his attention. Donnie grits his teeth, squinting against the frigid wind. He looks back at Leo, reaching out to grab his hand before he turns to start forward again, using his tech-bō to make sure each step ahead of them is a sound one.]
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What'd Leo say before that? Breathe, Donnie, breathe. He tries to slow his breaths, turning to squint down the snow-covered road ahead. Whatever hard work the snowblowing drones had done have long since been rendered pointless, and the winds pick up, throwing white flurries that are making it harder to see.
Which way had they been heading? This is a main road, he's pretty sure of it. If they keep following it they should hit the city square. Yeah. Keep going.
A goal helps, and the storm demands his attention. Donnie grits his teeth, squinting against the frigid wind. He looks back at Leo, reaching out to grab his hand before he turns to start forward again, using his tech-bō to make sure each step ahead of them is a sound one.]