<span style="font-style: italic">Man...waiting is a bitch.</span>Michaelangelo thought to himself. It hadn't been THAT long but he was worried and worried just wasn't him. Though he quickly dismissed the emotion and waited. The next thought that crossed his mind was if Cyber Witch figured out that was him she was most likely going to bitch him out aka scold the hell out of him then say good job. Confusing as hell that was whenever she did that. He normally didn't use his real voice but desperate times called for desperate measures. He noticed the snow falling but to him it meant nothing. It was neither a happy nor a sad thing. It was just a thing. It meant nothing of importance. His gun at the ready but hidden out of view. "Heh...or too much time on their hands. Still think it be better just to get new fucking menus. I mean seriously...who cares if the salad on the menu is stupid or the menu itself is outdated." He responded back with his normal answer. He lowered his weapon and dropped down. He looked left and he looked right as he pulled her close as if they were merely lovers that were meeting in the snowy moonlight. He then backed up as he removed the sunglasses and slipped them in a way they hung onto the inside of his pants pocket. Pushing the ninja hood down around his face. He linked arms with her and began to walk with her. "You know...you are more beautiful than the already good looking woman I imagined." He said with a playful smirk.