“Don’t forget to layer up!” Genya’s voice carries up the stairwell, light with excitement. Des calls out some sort of affirmative as he grabs one of his thicker coats and slips it over himself. He stares into the mirror a bit blankly, taking in the mess that his hair has become. Usually he’d at least pretend to be worried about it, but right now he knows he’s about to be on the mountainside and it will end up being a wreck anyways. Haphazardly sweepi...
