[He hissed as the cold hit him. He had enough of cold, thanks. Stupid winter. But he stood it like the grown man he was with the minimum amount of bodily complaint.
He frowned when he felt this odd brushing in the back of his mind, like... anger? Kind of, but not quite. He reached out, running his fingers through the dark hair.]
Oh baby ~
He frowned when he felt this odd brushing in the back of his mind, like... anger? Kind of, but not quite. He reached out, running his fingers through the dark hair.]
Careful, huh? Don't need more bruises, do I?