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It's cold outside.
With his hands shoved in his pockets of a jacket, and he was wearing old jeans (and Bar managed to make them look like one of his favourite pairs back home and they even smell of his sister's lavender detergent), he can blow out his breath and it comes out in white puffs of visible air and it makes him grin.
Never this cold in Florida. He's been to Maine a few times, visiting friends. Family. Always loved the cold air. The stark way it made him able to breathe clearer...and made his nose run.
He grinned. And felt like a child. And loved every second of it.
With his hands shoved in his pockets of a jacket, and he was wearing old jeans (and Bar managed to make them look like one of his favourite pairs back home and they even smell of his sister's lavender detergent), he can blow out his breath and it comes out in white puffs of visible air and it makes him grin.
Never this cold in Florida. He's been to Maine a few times, visiting friends. Family. Always loved the cold air. The stark way it made him able to breathe clearer...and made his nose run.
He grinned. And felt like a child. And loved every second of it.