[He doesn't quite splutter, but it's a fractional second before he wheels, usual deadpan, emotionless expression melting into incredulity (just like the snow melts down his neck under the scarf). He catches sight of Sakura easily, pauses just long enough for an affronted note to creep into that look. Lifts a gloved hand to scrape the melting snow off the back of his neck and flick it to one side.]
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