Snow Men & Snow Angels || Declan + Wesley
It was cold. It was oh-so-cold. His nose was already feeling all sniffly - he had forgotten his beanie again, of course, who knew where that thing had ended up? - and he was pretty sure he was going to freeze his tongue off by the time he got to the park. Not that his tongue had any particular reason to be out of his mouth -- it just was. Krypto had wagged his tail as he left, but his puppy seemed to think he was crazy for stepping out into the bitter bitter cold outside. Maybe he was, just a little.
Wes sat down on one of the swings and tried to get himself moving, hands shoved deep inside his pockets. He doubted guitar-learning would get to be any easier if he had less digits than he actually did. A small sneeze escaped him, followed by a much larger one that had him blinking repeatedly to try and gather his thoughts again, and he regretted not grabbing Channy's fuzzy pink scarf, at least. At least his Schue was never the kind to keep him waiting, being always more concerned about his health than he was about his own.
