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The younger angel could probably track how Sanae would be making it up to him, just based on their history together. There were a lot of possibilities but it all eventually ended the same way. He watched the other pull out his coat, mentally looking over his husbandās clothing choices and silently approving. It needed a touch of styling but the pieces were all there.
āScarf would be good, forgot mine back home.ā And it hadnāt been as cold as it was now when he had left for the cafe.
āĀ Ā what one are you feeling.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā the younger self stepped out of the way so his better half could see the array of different scarves that he hoarded in the studio. it was a terrible habit to carry them here and leave them because there were days he would crash in the music studio when crunching for a album. almost embarrassingly, half the scarves in the studio were his twinsā¦.. they carried his scent and it brought sanae a sort of comfort that couldnāt be explained properly.Ā
āĀ if its gonna get colder then lets go more heavy, yeah? i donātwant you gettinā sick on me again so soon.Ā Ā Ā ā
āOh so thatās where that one went. ...And that one....and...ā Point made, he pulled a heavier houndstooth patterned scarf from the otherās little hoard, wrapping it around his neck before turning back to the other with a knowing smile.He couldnāt fault the other for keeping some of his scarves, he would do the same.
He would protest that it wasnāt such a short time between the last time he was sick but he had to admit his ankles were already aching in this bitter cold.Ā āNearest okonomiyaki place ta home so it doesnāt get too cold?ā













