Footsteps, nearly crunching noises found his ears and he peered up without
turning his head, blonde curly locks fall into his ear to make him itchy and unable to sit
still. His hands left the ground, his body pulling him up with strength until he whipped
around, an unfamiliar voice making his eyes snap up to the slightly taller American.
Junhong stood, thin lips in a line and brows furrowed as he stared back at the girl for
moments, before he realized he was being rude. "I-I am... cold," he began to murmur,
seeing as the other seemed right about the same. When her hands went to her neck, he
seemed to tilt his head, pink cheeks cold from the slight breeze, an itching sensation in
his side of his nose. But he ignored it, focusing on the girl's words. "Y-You sure? I
mean... Yeah, that would be, nice." The blonde boy smiled a bit, then frowned as he stared
at the warm scarf. "Aren't you cold, though?" He glanced up, half heartedly. "Though.. I
wouldn't imagine stealing it," he murmured.