#it'scoldoutside

Joey lays casually across her bed as if someone had meticulously placed him there. Perhaps, because she looks so pretty standing there, he doesn’t answer her provocation and merely admires the way her face crinkles as she snorts and the sass with which she commands herself. His own face cracks a smile as he tilts his head up at her, half-singing, “🎶 I really should stay~ Baby, it’s cold outside~🎶” 

It’s obviously a butchering of the original lyrics, but who’d ever say Joey was one for being accurate. It had been snowing when he arrived though, probably piled up enough he’d lose his limbs to the biting cold. Besides, they’d been... what were they anyway? The first “date” just lead to the next, and the next, their relationship always keeping in the grey area. Not that Joey was interested in seeing anyone else- he only had his bros... and well, they were bros. They all had their own things going on now. 

Imnah hadn’t even poured any drinks yet, he hadn’t even seen any liquid save for the melted snow in his hair, which was still damp. But he feels bold tonight, so he slips off her bed and takes her hairbrush and sets it aside. "Mhm, let me help you,” he pulls the tie out of her hair, her braid spilling free into long, slightly curled, locks. 

Immediately, the familiar scent of her shampoo floods his nose and he can’t help but smile at the memories that surface. Their dates to the café, that crazy time at the amusement park, or... the time they went to the beach and brawled in the sand in the literal sense, and Imnah ended up pinning him to the sand. The blush that seared his face was blamed on sunburn, but... that was probably the first time Joey started seeing her as a girl, as a woman, rather than just a friend he was hanging out with every other day. Their first encounter had been... suggestive, and they’d even made out a couple of times since that day at the beach.