#bawww

--- Jungle cats didn't hate the rain. In fact, they rather enjoyed it- jaguars especially were fond of swimming and getting wet in general but the day was gloomy and as such there wasn't a lot of foot traffic of club going in weather like this. Just as well as Kia rather enjoyed a good day home, curled up on the couch or amid the pile of furs and blankets that served as a comfortable kind of bed. Occasionally it was with a book, but the TV was put to use as well with documentaries and dramas.

--- Knock to door has her rising seamless, cutting a path to the door and opening with a worry or without asking who it was. Backdrop of pouring water and the drenched figure in the frame, so much larger than she'd anticipated, had eyes going up, up, up. Surprise and concern flickered over dark features, bright orbs widening before she reaches for his hand with furrowed brows.

--- ' Saint... ' a soft mumble, but the first words out of his mouth break her heart in unexpected ways. There isn't a moment of hesitance before she's closing distance between them, her own warm body pressed flush to his dripping and frigid figure. ' You're freezing, papi... ' she trails off, as if he didn't already know as much. Arms are curled around, squeezing at his torso and pressing her cheek against his chest.