<span style="color: #0080FF">"You'd have an easier time with the snow if you wore the arctic gear."</span>Tarrok teased. He remembered that trip vividly. Aiko had been insistent on having her way, even if she had taken the jacket.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Shoes would also help, just a reminder."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Not a bad point." </span>Tarrok conceded. Aiko was always a bit more in touch with life. How things were all connected, one to another. It always fascinated him how she saw things in such an innocent light. All he ever knew was death, how to rip the whole thing apart.<br/><br/>His hand stroked the back of her head again in earnest. A smooth, long pet to let her take in every degree of the motion. Then putting his fingers at the base of her ears. Just getting the points in, really focusing on the sweet spot where ear met skull. The saiyan had a long and deep experience in how to pamper the feline.<br/><br/>Tarrok leaned back, arm holding Aiko's body close to his. Soft and unobtrusive, just letting her rest on top him as head scratches drowned out most anything else. The saiyan leaned in, kissing her forehead, her nose and anything else. Soft little reminders of how much she was loved.<br/><br/>Tarrok had never even considered a date before. Making it work, though, was too important to screw up.