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Winter had rolled about, outside covered in the white powder, and with this place being a rather old home... Grimm has taken about walking around with a jacket around his shoulders due to the lack of modern heating. To waste time, he simply came over to the seating room, placing his rear on the couch beside’s Cinderella. Green eyes gazed at the book he was holding out of curiosity as he pressed his lips together, catching a few sentences before he flipped the page. “What are you readin’, Cinderella?” he asked, glancing toward the older man’s face just in time to catch a small shiver.
There was a pause, a bit of confusion on his face before he registered it. Was he cold? The blonde would have checked his arms for goosebumps, but of course, what he was wearing blocked him from this. But going with the thought that he might indeed be cold, he shifted a little closer while opening up his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, a nervous little cough slipping him as a pink embarrassment crept onto his features.