[Denmark doesn't mind the chill yet, he might whine a lot later because that will just mean that he has an excuse to stay close to Norway... though he does have a jacket that he grabs before pulling the door shut and reaching up to wrap an arm around Norway's shoulders.]

I'm ready! Where are we going? Ya should really start ta wear nicer clothes if ya have the money, back home I get why ya can't but here it isn't that hard, right? We could go clothes shopping tagether one day, and we'll find something fer ya! [He grins and leans over a bit, somewhat conspirational.]

Not that ya don't look gorgeous anyway, but ya could look a lot better....not like France, though. He just looks like he fell out of a fashion magazine half the time and his clothes can just be so impractical, I never got that. At least he's not stuffy like England. It's really weird how such a little crying brat could grow into such a little crying man, ya'd think he would get his things tagether at one point. And suck less in personality and such.