Gadolinite, whose uniform left really no room for chill, was rubbing his hands together, fingers close to his mouth as he tried to breathe hot air onto them to keep them from freezing. He didn't mind the cold so much as the dryness, which was always uncomfortable, digging into his skin like frozen needles.
He was waiting at the corner of a less used set of streets, just underneath the yellowish light from a street lamp. Snow was falling gently around him, piling up along the benches and the windowsills of long closed shops for the night, and the whole place smelled of ice and something vaguely like cinnamon.
It really was rather pleasant. Gadolinite didn't care much for the holidays, but he didn't mind all of the festivities, even if he found them tiresome after a point. He made a mental note to ask Lev if he wanted to go out for a walk or something later on, maybe to see the Christmas lights.
Not a date. Just a...walk. Together.
Gadolinite blew on his hands again, trying to warm them.
Guine
