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Ah, winter. It was his season. The Stag waited every year for winter to come about. It was snowing and cold and grey skied, just the way he liked it. A grin appeared on the blue boil's face as he wandered through the freshly fallen snow a way away from the monster dorms. Yesterday he'd participated in a snowball fight, and while his aim was rusty, the joy that came with it was there. It might be some freak status effect, but for now he was content and happy.

He was wearing a pair of dark green shorts and a lighter forest green, short sleeved shirt because, for once, he didn't have to bundle up to keep his cod to himself. Everyone would be cold. His hair was slowly to starting to turn white as well. It started at the base, naturally and extended into the darkest blue of his hair. He had it tied back, out of his face and off of his neck, into a tight pony tail that looped under for a messy sort of bun. Uller's birthday was coming up soon and he would be considered an adult by his homeland's standards. This always happened when a male of his race became an adult. Their hair would change white, and he would grow a taller, more muscular and bulky, much like a Stag of any deer race. His antlers would be growing another prong on the top of his head, and even the skull pin couldn't stop that.

Despite this hard time he was going to be going through, Uller wasn't depressed by it, or put off int he slightest. Maybe it was the Joy, but he was starting to welcome it. Maybe then when he picked his next fight with Mac he would stand something of a chance instead of being treated like a punching bag.

Ah well. With all this snow about, he couldn't let his mind dwell on that for long!

What would he do first? A snowboil? Yes. That was it! And so the process began to roll the first of the balls for his snowboil. He was probably going to get the strangest looks because of his dress, but to him, this was very mild. There was no blizzards, no hard winds. Just a nice, crisp snow day.

The crunching of someone else's footsteps caught his attention and his long ears flicked this way and that before he heard a soft voice ring through the silence. Blinking those odd black eyes, Uller turned his head and looked at Tomoko. Oh, yes. Jack had introduced the two no too long ago, but her name escaped him. He hadn't really talked to her after the introduction.

His hands had stopped moving as he looked over her unfortunate attire and sighed. Some people didn't know how to coordinate colors, but that was fine. He supposed winter gear was hard to shop for when you're main focus was to keep warm.

"Ah. I was going to make a snowboil." He said, tail flicking this way and that. She looked like she was practically waddling in her gear. "Forgive me, but I can't seem to place a name with your face. I know Jack introduced us, but..." He trailed off, feeling slightly bad about it.

Maybe it was just the fact the purple and orange didn't look good on the boil and that's why he thought her clothing color choice was so unfortunate. Still, he couldn't help but watch her tails as they wiggled like that as she talked. It was oddly fascinating, seeing something with so many tails. Ah well.

Listening to her voice, Uller gave a nod and a small laugh when she bowed again, followed by coloring like that. "That is right, Tomoko.. I remember now," he said, recalling the meeting a few days ago. Sighing a little as she tried to cover up, he shook his head.

"Uller. I do not fault you for not remembering it if I could not remember yours. Do not hide. Come help me instead, hm?" She seemed like the kind who would want to make a snowboil. Did she know how? Ah, this could prove entertaining in a way. Uller was far less embarrassed knowing she failed with names as well. His name was difficult to pronounce, so honestly, he wouldn't be offended if anyone had a hard time remembering it, or even pronounced it wrong!

Just the way she was going about doing things made Uller feel like she was a kid sister that he never really had. How did she even do that? He thought Desu was the only one allowed to be adorable all the time. Shaking his head, he continued to watch her hide and struggle. His first name wouldn't help her any, either. Glasere was a mouthful for anyone to say unless one spoke his language. Trying not to laugh at her, he turned back to start rolling the big snow ball in the rest of the snow, watching it gather slowly.

"Well, I hadn't exactly thought of that yet. I usually start with three large balls of snow and then pile them up and go from there. I'm something of a snow artist, being an Arctic monster and what not. Is there a type of snowboil you want to see? It could even be a snowghoul if you want." He shrugged and continued to roll the ball. Those black eyes of his would glance over at her to make sure she was doing all right, but it was pretty hard to mess up a snowboil.

Ugh, why couldn't he be entertaining like her? He failed at being a host. Too serious.

While he was rolling, he heard Tomoko talk about how big to make the first ball. Stopping and looking over at her, he actually laughed and shook his head. "No, something about like..." He made a medium sized gesture with his hands. "We can make the big ones if you really want. It'll be hard to stack, but not completely impossible." He stopped and put a cold hand to his chin, thinking. It didn't even phase him, the cold.

"Ah," he said, looking over at her, tilting his head this way and that. "Well, a snowboil is bult more like a boil and a ghoul looks more like a ghoul. For a snow boil we would have to pack snow between the balls to give it a more rectangular shape. For the ghoul, we make it more curvy because ghouls tend to have a lot more curves than boils." He nodded, hoping that explained it well enough for her. He didn't want to have to tell her the differences between boils and ghouls. Honestly, she looked like she was old enough to know that for herself! And explaining would just embarrass him and maybe even terrify her.

He had a feeling if he made Tomoko uncomfortable he would have to answer to Jack. Jack didn't look like he was one to be trifled with, honestly. He looked laid back, but it was the quiet ones you had to look out for.

"Understand?"

When she said that his own cheeks turned a light shade of purple. Purple because his blood was red and his skin was blue, so purple it was. Clearing his throat, he just gave a soft nod and a sigh. "I... do not do things such as that. I find it fairly distasteful, honestly," he said, contemplating and just shook his head. He'd never had a cousin do it either. Then again, most of his cousins were girls and the ones who were boys were older than him. Ah, well, whatever.

Watching her roll the ball and then fall on her face, he laughed again and wandered over to help her back up. "Look, we'll push it together. It's nearly ready! It can be the head." He nodded a little and put his hands on the snowball, waiting for Tomoko to get beside him.

The bows just made him smile and shake his head. Honestly, being nice wasn't hard when one was joyful. Ah, Tomoko was too adorable for her own good. In all honesty, Uller hoped she stayed this way. She seemed young, though he could tell she was older than him. Probably not by much, but she seemed very young at heart.

Somehow he could see her being a very good friend.

He really shouldn't laugh as much as he was, but the way she was trying so hard was endearing. He was blaming the fact it was his favorite season. That's why he was so happy right now. Letting his ears flick a bit when she said ready, he slowly gave the snowball a push.

Honestly, he was willing to do this by himself, but she seemed determined. "We can make decorations around him, or her, if you want, as well," he said with a little grunt.

With her gesture he automatically thought Lifen. She had way too many curves for one ghoul. Shaking his head at that, he just gave an amused face and a sigh. Tomoko wasn't the only one with a weird imagination.

"A boil then, then. We can make him.. a mini pet. I think that would be good for him, don't you?" he asked, not meaning to treat her like a child. Uller really couldn't help it.

This fox ghoul was so much like one of his little cousins, it hurt. Innocent and adorable and you just wanted to pinch their cheeks off!

Once it was a decent size, he stopped them both and thought. "We need at least one more ball. I have the second over there," he pointed to his ball. It was bigger than this one by a lot, which meant they needed the middle one.