-blanket hoodie anon

Cold guy's lips curl into a little 'o' of surprise, gaze flicking up to yours as he gives you a thankful smile. W-wow, uhm, thank you, h-hoodie. Th-this is... Really nice.

He doens't really do much with the drink or the muffin, just smelling the drink every now and then and crumbling the muffin with his hands, making sure you didn't notice when he draws his hand back beneath the blanket to sneak crumbs to his stomach.

GODDAMN THE LINK DIDNT SEND WHAT

Wh.... Oh. U-uhm. Sure, if you've g-got one a-already... I'm not even sure I h-have a st-stomach to d-digest this, but... okay? The cold guy seems to falter for a moment, gaze flicking to the person's holding the apple before a faintly turqouse, trembling hand reaches out, taking the apple. It's... C-cold. He hums a little, lips parting as a slight mist of breath gosts blue lips. He turns the apple in his hand. L-like me.

Then, without much ado, he lifts his sweater a little, shoulders tilting back as he holds the apple in front of his stomach. You barely understand what happens before shadow-like tentacles reach out, curling around the apple and pulling it into his bodily crevice.

- @tasteofashandflora

The cold guy doesn't really say much when you first hand him the flowers, his gaze just flicking between you and the soft petals of the flowers. It had been such a while since he had last seen flowers - most of them had quickly vanished from the sun's wrath.

He takes them, of course. You don't know where for the first couple of hours, but then as you step into the kitchen, you notice where they had found their home —

In an old, chipped looking mug, sitting on the table in some water.

Wh-...w-wow. Th-that's... R-really nice a-and w-warm... W-warmer then an-anything I've f-felt i-in a g-good wh-while.

waow look at you.... you got cool eyes..... you're like my friend, the big tall guy aren't you???? you're a...... visitor or whatevs.....?? don't worry i wont tell anyone..... eheheh.....

Cold guy blinks a little as he takes an actual minute to compute what Randal had said to him - what had happened to Hello? Hi? How are you?

"Uh." Comes a falter as cold guy's very shivering seems to stop out of pure awkwardness of the situation.

"V-visitor?" He finally manages, blinking at Randal as he tries to cover for himself to the best of his ability - but alas, just as his drama teacher in high school had always told him, he was a shit actor.

Cold guy seems to take a moment to understand your offer, head tilting at the person quietly.

I-I mean.. W-well... If y-you're offering, i-it'd be r-rude to s-say no, right...? He shuffles, shrugging a little as he tucks his hands under his armpits to keep them warm, giving you an awkward smile.

MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!...

...How was that?...