Yes, you! [ Ah, why is it that no one should ever readily respond to the call of 'Hero'? It must take a bit of growing used to, Sion supposes, though he does not dwell on the thought for long. Made rather rambunctious (or, at least, as rambunctious as he is capable of being!) by the joy (and it is terribly infectious, isn't it?) of all the (jam-handed little cretins) young ones surrounding him, he cares not to think of much else aside from the task at hand. ] There is no other in my line of sight.

[ Hands placed squarely atop his hips, he offers his comrade a bright smile, a nod of his head as he gestures to the boulder of snow which is...! Well, it's a bit sad, isn't it, the blank canvas that it is. ]

It will take no small feat of strength, I imagine, to hoist this creature's head atop its own shoulders, but before we make the attempt...! [ Glancing down at the children, Sion rocks back and forth upon his heels, and it is as though his decision may very well shake the foundation of the universe itself when he proclaims: ] We should give our creation a face.

[ A face!, echoes a girl, her blue hat balanced precariously atop her pigtails, and it with eager, small hands that she reaches for the coal meant to function as the snowman's eyes. And upon Sion's gentle insistence to 'share' with the newcomer, the child presents Ichigo with two pieces. ]

By all means, do us the honor. [ ...no pressure at all, right???]