【ℒ—;;→】 A sharp tug at his beanie and he set foot into the wintry bliss. Well, bliss for some he supposed. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but Jack Frost was never too kind to his ears which had seventy more nerve endings than the rest of him. Even through the knit fiber he felt the crisp breeze. -----But with the breeze came a smell. Not a bad smell, but a.. sweet smell? He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but when he pinpointed the who, he found a rather cute who. Sitting on a bench. On the sidewalk in front of his house. And then a blustering wind was wisping through again, and it was enough to make the hairs on the tip of his tail stand on end. This was the part of winter he didn't like -- the blustery wind, not the fluffy snow. "Hey uh, you wanna come in? Get out of this godawful weather?" Oh yeah, Louis. That's not creepy at all, you twit. "Or at least let me bring you a blanket."
