[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.
[[ John for Tim! || Feel free to come up with your own idea, but if you want some potential context, maybe it's a scavenger trip gone wrong and they end up trapped in a frozen plane of reality...or even just at one of the Poles xD also, it's not a blanket, it's totally John's coat bc it's probably his fault and he secretly feels bad xD ]]
It wasnβt so much the cold but the expanse of white that had Tim shiver and to his surprise, a warm and smoky sort of weight fell upon his shoulders, giving him pause.
βAs lovely as your gesture is, John, you do realise that your snotβs been turned to really long icicles?β
An emperor penguin waddled by and paid them both no mind. The place was vast enough for sharing.
βAlso thank you but when was the last time you washed this thing? It reeks.β
Tim took the coat off his shoulders for inspection. Ketchup stains, biscuit crumbs, slightly burnt ends, a broken seam or three. The protection charms woven within had managed to see it through so many planes of existence. The Astral, the Nine, but there was no such charm for simple cleanliness, was there?
β¦was that aβ¦crustyβ¦patch ofβ¦
βDare I ask?β
Tim decided for the sake of his sanity not to, and would give the coat back to John.
βIβve been with Grandfather Snake. I can tolerate extreme weather conditions. You on the other handβ¦β
Speaking of hand, Tim knelt down for a fistful of snow to clean his own. Better penguin guano than crusty unspeakable demon jizz.
