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Kon reached his hands out eagerly but withdrew them as soon as the snow began to chill them. He returned his hands somewhat less enthusiastically and tried to mimmick Ryu's movements, but ended up making quite a mess of everything. Frustrated, he withdrew his hands into his sleeves, a heavy pout set into his lips, cheeks flushed from the cold.

Kon felt his face heat up as the other touched his hands. But that was just because of the cold... right? Kon thought so, at least. Again, he tried to do as the other had showed him. With the other's guidance, he did better but he still wasn't much good at this at all.

Kon nodded, his eyes flickering momentarilly to their hands. As he did, his face reddened even furthur. But his gaze shifted quickly - a little too quickly to be the gaze of one who was calm. He actually felt quite nervous. Nervous... but happy. "Right, so.. uhmm... you start out, okay?" he mumbled determinedly. It was quite obvious that he was incapable of making another ball all by himself.

Kotoro snickered at Oliver's reaction to the beeping oven alarm, but didn't take it as anything more than humorous. With the food set aside to cool, the red head had moved to rummage in the refrigerator for drinks. The boy's exclamation caught his attention, however.

"Woah, what were you doing? Too anxious to eat before it's even cooled?" he asked, looking rather amused despite the others discomfort. He left the fridge to open a drawer full of washclothes. Pulling a single one out, he flipped on the faucet just above it to soak the rag in cold water. "Come here before you hurt yourself anymore than you have already." His tone didn't sound like a scolding mother, but more like a teasing friend.

Hebishi looked up and caught the willow's gave with his own strong one.
"What? "He then stood up fully and cocked a hip and stated in a mocking irked voice, " my dear lovely willow, first to you want to chat and now you wish not to. Are you wishing to change your mind again or should I just go back to watching you?" Hebishi's pale, long fingers drummed on his hips as his cold, yet at the same time heated, gaze was focused entirely on the young male before him.

He flushed even furthur, the crimson splotches running across his face and down to his neck and ears. "Sorry..." he mumbled slightly sheepishly. "I would... prefure to talk than to be watched... but, I don't know... I hardly talk with others.... I'm a tree - I observe others... not the other way around." Hish shoulders shrugged up towards his ears and then dropped. "So then I suppose it is not very fair of me to ask you not to watch me..." On the whole, Zephyr seemed rather confused. Trees were always in groups... but solitary at the same time. THey hardly conversed with one another - after all, the living trees were a dying race - and when they did... they never said much. Conversation was never any of their strong points. They mainly watched and listened... and the birds had quite a lot to say. Most of it was nonsence, but it at least passed the time.

Hebishi pondered this, snakes weren't known for their social skills-- most fled at his presense so he too was normally an observer.

"Right then, I shall then just rabble like the birds then," Hebishi's thin lips curled into a suductive yet cold smirk. "I am a basilisk, I killed two men today, I make pacts when there is only something in it for me. I am feared, my gaze turns living creatures to stone with the exception of plants, so you, young one, are safe. I am ageless, I hate the cold for I am cold-blooded. I have a fondness for helpless creatures though if you breathe a word of it I will have to kill you..." He winked, "my bite is venomious yet I haven't killed a lover yet. I am described as ruthless, cold, cruel, sadistic, and stoic." He then did another bow, reached out and held the willow's hand in his own pale, long fingered one before pressing his lips to the back of it while looking Zephyr in the eyes the entire time.
"And you, my little willow hold my attention at the moment."