All of the maps that Frye had found of this place-- of which she had actually managed to find many, surprisingly resourceful in this manner as she had scavenged about-- had failed to tell the inkling absolutely anything about where Radial Island actually was in the world, and a distinct sense of unease, dread and discomfort had settled into the pits of her stomach, even after a while of watching the sun dip below the horizon, and even as the city continued to remain alive with bright, neon lights as the natural, orange light in the horizon dimmed and faded out to the blackness of night. It was much like Splatsville in that regard, awake long after when the sun had gone to bed.
But this wasn’t Splatsville. The biting chill at the tips of her exposed toes and against her bare stomach made that much obvious enough. Given that her hometown was in a desert, even in the winter, it only rarely became actually cold. The closest she could think of to when it was actually chilly off the top of her head would have to be in the middle of the night in those later months of the year, when everyone was at home sleeping and keeping warm under their blankets anyways.
The cold only coming to clamp down on people once it was very late into the hours of night didn’t seem to be the case at all here, which was quite unfortunate for Frye, given that she saw even temperatures that most would describe as blazing hot as being nice and chill.
Her teeth chattered very slightly no matter how hard she tried to keep it from happening, though of course the dancing gangster was trying to go out of her way to hide this fact from just about anyone who passed her by on the streets this evening. Of course, it was only getting harder to hide, considering that it had been uncomfortably cool out for her here even before the sun had set. Now that darkness had overtaken the city, she found herself mildly afraid she was going to become a squidsicle out here, given her complete and utter lack of any sort of proper attire for this.
Subtly, she tried to pull her shawl closer to herself as if to wrap it around her own form, though it wasn’t going to provide much warmth and she knew that. For one thing, it was way too small, only barely draping past her shoulders, much less her entire body. For another, the shiny, almost plastic-like material it was made of was hardly good for keeping any kind of warmth in. Because most of the time, she didn’t need it to! It was sizzling hot enough outside without any extra help from her outfit!
“Ughhhh.”
Though her bright yellow color likely made her stand out in a crowd here anyways, for a moment or so, the inkling had almost genuinely considered swallowing her pride, ducking her head down and going back to her townhouse for the night. Unfortunately, though, the girl was more stubborn than a seahorse, and was determined to keep searching for some kind of clue about how she could get back in contact with her best friends.
But maybe she could at least ask somebody for help with dealing with this frigid weather. She still felt wary about approaching any of the people with hair, though; the wiry stuff really did disturb her, making her feel uneasy at best around them.
So perhaps it wasn’t all that much of a surprise that when her gaze fell upon the only other person she had seen here so far who didn’t seem to have the weird, thin, stringy stuff atop of their head, she immediately chose them as the one to call out to-- regardless of whether or not the other was actually wearing anything more appropriate for the weather herself or not. This was apparently a matter of pride and comfort, and not necessarily brains.
“HEY! HEY, you over there! Do you know where I can find something warmer to wear?”
