Genji was all wrapped up in his scarf and white jacket. Snow had clung onto Genji's nose and face, resting on his shoulders as well. He groaned at the cold that had seeped into his fingers and toes. "Typical Hanzo. Always late." He grumbled  with a frown some pink dusting his cheeks from the frosty air.

"You're one to talk Gen," I started with a giggled kissing his snow covered nose. "Besides I thought you loved snow."