❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞
'Honestly, why does it have to be so fucking cold?' Zitao absolutely despised the cold. If cold was an actual person, he’d gladly take a punch at them for even existing. Some say he feels too strongly about the this type of weather, but he’s been around long enough to put up with it and he’s sick of it. So it’s common to see the male wrapped up in a thick scarf paired with his favorite (fluffy) winter coat, and a pair of gloves. If it was up to him, Zitao would just hibernate throughout all of winter and then fully function for the rest of the seasons. So here he was, waiting at a bus stop that would take him back to his cozy apartment where Candy, his Maltese puppy, was probably waiting for him to feed her. The incubus’ scarf was shielding half of his face, his hands buried deep within the pockets of his coat, and a evident irritable expression settled on his face. He had already been waiting in the cold for about fifteen minutes, but the bus still hadn’t come and he was ready to scream and shout. Luckily, he couldn’t as he was just too cold to really react. Zitao vaguely noticed another figure approach the stop and began to wait as well. Both figures now huddled in the warmth of their own coats. Several minutes passed, the silence filled with the occasional sound of a car passing by or a group of friends laughing as they walked down the sidewalk, before Zitao heard a muffled voice. ❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞ The incubus’ gaze slid over to the person a few feet away from him, the male obviously just as cold as him. He knew the other must have been talking to himself and obviously said it a bit too loud, but before he could stop himself, Zitao responded in a shaky voice. “You would think the bus driver would at least hurry the fuck up in this weather for people like us, but apparently not.” To say the least, the male was a bit grumpy.