The Rise of the Violet Eyed Nightmare
"Ugh...Stupid snow." I mumbled, brushing the stuff off my shoulders after it had fallen on me from the tree branches above. A muffled laugh was sounded to my left and I glanced over. Gallade stood there, his right hand covering his mouth. He chuckled again when he noticed me looking at him.
"How can you not like the snow, Darkrai?" He asked. "It's so pretty. It makes the garden look so pure and-" Gallade was cut off as a pile of snow from a different tree fell upon his own head.
"COLD!" He shouted, shaking the snow off quickly. Now it was my turn to laugh. Gallade frowned at me for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips and he laughed as well.
"But seriously, why don't you like the snow?"
I tried to think of the simplest way to phrase my answer.
"It's because I like to be able to hide myself easily. And that's hard to do with all this white snow everywhere." I said. Gallade looked me over before nodding in agreement.