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Necro sat at the meeting spot. Albiet a bit earlier then intended. He'd had nothing better to do that day anyway. So there he was for a change, at the base of the tree, bundled in a blanket for no other reason other then he could. Not that he needed it. He was always told that he ran warm, and honestly he felt a little hot under the blanket but ah well.

Keep with the theme, he guessed.

He had come with a spare blanket, just incase. And he'd even brought a new hoodie, on the off chance they wanted to swap out. Was he trying to hard? Probably.

The sudden presences had Necro's head snapping up, staring at Cela. "If it makes you feel any better, you scared me so." Necro shrugged lightly trying to ease nerves. "Yeah well... Can't exactly come as a civilian for you can I?" The Squire flashed a grin then. "Plus, we both know you'd win in a fight and I'd let you kick my a**. I've bled out in your arms once before. Kinda figured that was on the "One and Done" list for us."

He hummed then, the noise soft as he looked down at the blanket. "Kinda cozy yeah. I was trying to see what you liked about it so much. But, I wish I was a bit colder. I tend to run hot a lot so I think the blankets a little... counter productive for me." Another shrug. "I did bring you one. Wasn't sure how... up to sharing you'd be. I did bring you another hoodie too, if you wanted to swap that one out. Or just start collecting your horde like the dragon you are." He said, a little smugly.

Cela was gonna kill him some day.

“Sweetthing, you underestimate just how much of a walking furnace I am.” Necro sighed. "It's not that I don't enjoy it. It's just... I think I'd probably prefer it if I didn't have all the layers that came with the uniform you know? At home I usually just have like... the comforter or something that's not overly heavy. I don't mind hoodies, that's easy enough to take off or they're usually acting as my shirt." He shrugged. "That first summer after I purified? With all the hair? Ugh, I was miserable. At least this is easier to manage." He said, running a hand through what little hair he had left. "Still... a little surprised you haven't yelled at me for this." It had been a very split second and impulsive decision. One he still wasn't sure of.

"Damn, no brownie points for calling you a dragon." He sighed dramatically. "Whatever will I do." Alas. Necro held his arms open, holding the blanket loosely. "...Are you stealing my blanket or did you want me and the blanket?"

"I'd catch you if you fell..." Necro protested as Cela got comfortable. "But yes. Yes I am more comfy then a tree. Thanks for noticing." He paused for a moment, unsure what to do with his arms before he slowly sound then around Celadonite, loose enough if the General wanted to detach himself from this. "For the record, I know you hate it, but right now you feel pretty good to me." The Squire mumbled, sighing at the others cooler touch.

"As for my hair...I cut it because I had a bad streak. Depression and all that you know? Got caught up in my head and it was just.. There. And in the way. So I went to a friend and they cut it off. I don't think I even really processed what I did till afterwards." He shrugged slightly, carefully as to not disturb Cela too much. "Anyway.. I wouldn't have cut it all. Gotta leave you something to pull on next time I do something stupid and you gotta yell at me." He teased with a grin.

"So... Do you want to know what it is first? Or the why? Both are exceptionally cheesy and you can bully me for it later, after you know everything.”

"You can call me a sap all you want. You know you like the attention."

He chuckled as Cela wiggled about, moving his arms outta the way just enough that he didn't hinder the other before settling them back in place. "I'm just surprised is all. Before I cut it the first time, I'm pretty sure you told me not to go to short. But then again.. I do have a habit of not listening to what you tell me to do huh? What are you gonna do with me."

Necro made a soft noise, just watching Cela for a moment. "Noooot entirely what I mean't by that but." Ah well. "Hmmm.. We've been talking about my wonder remember? I wanted to take you up there for something. Wanted to show you something up there.. We talked about my wonder last time. So... This time it's about what I wanted to show you." He'd originally wanted it to be a surprise, but doing it this way... Might have been easier on them both.

Damn. Necro wished he could get comfy as fast as Celadonite had made himself. All he ever managed to achieve anymore was a lot of tossing and turning... Unless he was bone tired, then he at the very least managed to sleep soundly for a couple hours.

"I made something for you. Or... I suppose I should say I set up something, for you." The Squire said softly. It wasn't rude, Necro understood Celadonite's apprehension about the whole thing. "I uhm... It's kinda stupid, I think, now that I'm saying this out loud, but I brought up a bunch of blankets and pillows up there. I set them up with this... comedically large bean bag chair... couch... thing. As kind of like a bed?" He shrugged gently. "There's some of my hoodies there too but.. The idea was suppose to be for you to have somewhere to go.... So you could get away from all... this." He said, shrugging a shoulder at the city around them, before settling the blanket back in place. "I could take you up there and you could just... sleep, for a bit, without having to worry about the usual bullshit that comes with... everything."

Necro shook his head lightly, moving to settle his arms more securely around Celadonite. "No, Sweetness. I don't want to hurt you. What do I need to do to show you that?" Sure, Necro wanted things, but not to hurt him. Never to hurt him.

Necro laughed. "And you were so nervous about it at first..." Though, Cela had every right to be. "Soon. We can go soon." He promised. Necro hoped this would work out, for Celadonite, if not the both of them.

"Sleep, Sweetheart, I'll wake you up in a bit."