"I wish it would snow," he purred, purposely keeping his gaze pointed away from his friend and locked on the clouded sky. Everything was icy and breathless, and even though the ground he was sprawled on had long since lost its grass and become hard, the day was beautiful in a cold, way.
"The weather's perfect for it; all it would really need is a bit of, aha, coaxing."
He smirked and nosed around in the dinner bowl that had been set before him to check again if there was anything that had escaped his tongue, flinching a little at the cold metal but trying not to show it. Stay casual, that was the key. There was already frost lacing the fringe of his mane, and his skin rippled and shuddered every time the wind gusted, but as soon as his friend realized this, the shrubby punk would be even more stubborn about it. Luxio watched the little tree roll his eyes and shuffle away in annoyance as he made a show of licking the bowl perfectly clean while gazing wistfully at the sky.
An irritated sigh could barely be heard above a sudden gust of wind as he finished and turned mild eyes toward the pokemon in front of him, Snover's over-dramatic way
"No. It's too cold. Snow is wet, and wet plus cold plus flesh-"
"Exo-skeleton," Luxio offered. Snover glared and continued.
"Exo-skeleton, then, equals not good. Equals frostbite. Equals freezing to death. And I'm sure he'd appreciate that. Going to sleep with a head full of glittery white visions and romantic thoughts of a winter wonderland and waking up frozen to the ground. Merry Christmas, buddy!"
He prodded the ground with a foot and rooted around some, a habit he had developed recently that cropped up whenever he got nervous. Luxio smiled inwardly at the concern he was trying not to show, but the guy really did need to worry a touch less. The team already had one nervous wreck and that was more than enough. He raised a paw and looked at the huddled ball of slender limbs and rustling wings snuggled tight against his flank for warmth, breathing softly as a whisper into his fur and felt himself soften a little towards Snover's point of view.
He did look awfully frail, lying there like that, and this frigid area was already hardly an ideal enviroment for bugs without adding anything else. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea after all...
No, this was something he really wanted, and it would definitely be worth it. Besides, their trainer had mentioned a Pokemon Center somewhere in the area ahead, though they hadn't had time to reach it before supper, and if anything happened they'd easily be able to reach it. There really wasn't much to worry about, besides getting this thing in motion. He puffed out his chest and grinned charmingly at Snover,
"What, you don't think I could take care of him?" He rubbed the giant cricket's neck and drew him closer. "Come on, nothing bad'll happen! You're just being overprotective, which isn't your job. If anything it's his. "
Snover nodded at this, but it wasn't a very agreeable nod. He rolled his eyes toward Luxio, who looked suddenly slightly sheepish.
"Well you're right there, I'll admit. Okay, we'll go ahead and do something amazingly dangerous 'cause it'd be fun, I'm sure he'd do the same."
Heh, something I was writing. Eidelwiessshipping. He he.