| @cursedsoil said: “I had never been warm in my life, ever.”
“yeah -- fuck -- it’s so fuckin’ cold. shit.”
by the time the both of them had left the bar, it had begun to snow. next to him stands saint, who seems to be much colder than he is at the moment. maybe all the alcohol they drank went straight through the other man and left him shivering on the corner of the sidewalk, snow lightly soaking the both of them. perhaps there was some literal meaning to his name, since sunny never felt much whenever it dropped in celsius. rather, he preferred the cold. it often kept him alert and awake -- and especially now, with bottles and bottles of alcohol running through his veins, making him unable to distinguish between his left and right. it’s why he decides to give his jacket to saint. to keep him warm until they reached their next destination.
“aish -- gosh.” sunny laughs. “stop being so dramatic. you’re older than me, right? c’mon, c’mon -- at least lemme give ya my jacket.”
