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When the young Roux happens upon the stranger in the midst of midday walk, he nearly loses his composure. Imagine being immersed in the exotic beauty of the jungle: bright, colorful flowers intermingled with the emerald leaves and twisting vines; a myriad of birds all colors of the rainbow singing in the canopy. And now picture the boy enjoying the appeal of it all, his beautiful blue eyes half-lidded as the sun warms the vanilla fur on his back, revealing the faint, fawn-colored rosettes which decorate his pelt. Coldblue has become quite skilled at going places without actually paying much attention to his surroundings. It's more like he ignores all the sense-datum received, really. Not that he does not detect anything at all. So when he hears an unfamiliar voice nearby in accompaniment with the clanging of a bunch of bells, the youth slowly begins the transition from mind-realm to reality. "What's with all the racket, huh?" the boy gripes, wincing dramatically as all that godawful noise threatens to burst his ear drums.

He expects a cat or a dog of some sort, as that is what usually turns up at the railroad gate, so he does not bother inspecting the stranger much until he slows to a halt several paces before the unknown male. And then he sees it. Nonexistent brows rocket upwards, and the boy goes wide-eyed as he forces himself to stifle the laughter--it never becomes more than subtle smirk. A paper bag and...goggles. The fashionable aspect of his personality cringes at the sight, while his more impish traits find it increasingly difficult to resist spewing the plethora of (rude) teasing comments that seem to manifest of their own accord. "Um--" he coughs, composing himself. "Who are you and why did you come to the Typhoon?" Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh. Glacial blue eyes regard the stranger with mild curiosity. His handsome visage displays only a tired pleasantness with a twinge of suspicion--seems like he finally got himself under control.