Not from the cold (Wade and Raven)
Raven was murmuring under her breath, trying to remember what she'd told herself she'd accomplish today, a thumb absently brushing across the curve of Lucky's frontal bone.
She'd noticed the greenery around the tower, much to her amusement, earlier. It really shouldn't have surprised her. And yet, she forgot to brook caution when moving through halls and doorways.
A sprig of green and silver hung from a particular hallway on the way to the lounge and Raven had almost walked under it with someone previously. She wasn't normally suspiscious, but then again, it wasn't normally Christmas. Sprig in the back of her mind, she almost didn't notice when she left the lounge, walking past someone beneath it.
"Merry Christmas, stranger." She smirked, fingers catching his wrist and getting his attention.Â
