X LEAGUE CREDO

               Even as a chilly breeze passed over naked arms, clothed only by the heavy pauldrons of the SOLDIER armour, Zack barely felt the cold. It was just another day to him, though his lips were slightly chapped by the winds and faintly falling snow. All that said, he knew all too well that his inability to feel the cold could be a weakness, in that he never knew when it was too cold. So like the mission back in Modeoheim, the lean male slid down to a squatting position before swinging his arms to rise to full height once more, towering above any men made of snow in the surrounding area. It took three of these dives and rises for Zack to realise that he had company. Rose hue tinting southern tanned cheeks, a slightly embarrassed man turned to see if he had company, or had just imagined it. With a slightly falsified perk to his voice, he acted a little more surprised than he was. ❝—Huh?❞