[Snow isn't much fun and games at all when you've been handed a shovel and told to go do some menial labor with it, Alois thinks, and quietly resents the assumption that just because he's a boy of this age that he's accustomed to snow shoveling. Terrible, frankly... He'd rather not.
And so here he is outside, fortunately bundled up but wearing equally impractical shoes - and even more fortunately, not moving a muscle. He's moved some snow, honestly, but if his job includes taking the point of his shovel to the ice to crack some of it up before girls slipping on it and into snow drifts--well. Who assumed he could do this well in the first place?
He looks up from resenting the snow at the sound of her falling, and picks his way over the ice to lean on his shovel and peer down at her.]
ice cold (alright alright alright alright alright)
And so here he is outside, fortunately bundled up but wearing equally impractical shoes - and even more fortunately, not moving a muscle. He's moved some snow, honestly, but if his job includes taking the point of his shovel to the ice to crack some of it up before girls slipping on it and into snow drifts--well. Who assumed he could do this well in the first place?
He looks up from resenting the snow at the sound of her falling, and picks his way over the ice to lean on his shovel and peer down at her.]
Well, this is a flattering display.