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"Here, take my jacket." without a second thought, Light shakes off his jacket and, with expert easiness as if he's done it before, drops it on Aoi's shoulders, fingers brushing against the boy's bare arms lightly. Go figure he's still only wearing a tank top and nothing else. And then he goes and whines about being cold. "You should dress up more appropriately lest you're planning to catch a cold. I'm more than sure that you've said it with your own mouth that you hate the cold."

Checking the weather has never been part of his agenda. Especially after spending years and years locked up in libraries and research facilities and at home, spending 9 straight years preparing. There was never reason to dress for the weather because, simply put, he was never there to experience it unless Akane dragged him out on a particularly nice day.

He still hasn’t gotten in the habit despite actually going outside more and more frequently now. Aoi takes his aesthetic very seriously, and he isn’t about to change that up because of some lousy weather.

That was his thought, anyway, before actually heading out to meet up with Light and walk around one of the shopping distracts. He’d been hoping his companion wouldn’t notice the tremors running through him as he shivered, but Light is far too perceptive for something like that. A pout plays at his lips, the lower jutting out as he’s chastised lightly. That, and a light pink dusting over his cheeks as Light’s fingers brush his arms. 

“Thanks.” He replies begrudgingly. Regardless, he burrows into the warmth of his companion’s jacket. “I didn’t think it would be cold today.” Aoi tacks on, as if that will actually help his case.