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[cheevy]

It's not that he isn't cold. It's more that the cold doesn't bother him as much as it used to. He's not sure if it has anything to do with anything, or maybe is just a passing strange, but he wonders at it. He's been cold all his life. Even sweltering, fanless summer nights in the mountains could leave him with a chill come early morning. But here'

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[soapcarvedhands]

"Miniver?"

[cheevy]

Miniver looks around, and grins. "Hi, Harding!"

[soapcarvedhands]

"Well, don't you sound chipper."

[cheevy]

Miniver shrugs.

"It's a nice night. How're you, Harding?"

[no_sin_but]

"You," Marlowe says pointedly, "are insane."

Or possibly just young.

[cheevy]

Miniver just about trips over his feet when he hears Marlowe.

"Whoa. Hi. What's up?"

[no_sin_but]

"You're making me cold just looking at you."

Cloaks, Marlowe feels, are there for a reason.

[cheevy]

"Oh. Yeah, it's weird, isn't it? But it doesn't bother me that much. I mean, it's cold, but like... it doesn't... uh... hurt."

Best way to describe it, really.