[he's pretty good at making monsters in general... this one just happens to be made of snow.
And he looks over, considers the leftover ice-teeth left in the snow... but after looking back at his creature's lack of a face, he breathes a frustrated little sigh.
Stuffing his own hands under his arms and looking perturbed, he glances over to shoot Robin a somewhat helpless look. He doesn't know what to do now.]
no subject
And he looks over, considers the leftover ice-teeth left in the snow... but after looking back at his creature's lack of a face, he breathes a frustrated little sigh.
Stuffing his own hands under his arms and looking perturbed, he glances over to shoot Robin a somewhat helpless look. He doesn't know what to do now.]