Yuki thinks is far too early and cold for any human to be even thinking about moving, but Ayame seems to disagree. Rather strongly.
Yuki sneezes half-heartedly, bundled up in an arrangement of blankets, watching from the doors. His eyes follow Ayame curiously, seeing him spin in endless circles.
"Yuki!" Ayame stops, and grins in a way that makes Yuki want to beam, but, he thinks, it's still a little too early for that.
Ayame spins closer to the door, his grey hair twirling, while Yuki looks on somewhat fondly, leaning further against the wall.
Ayame reaches the door finally, stopping, and reaching out a hand to Yuki, while it is looked at flatly.
"Please?" Ayame attempts, fluttering his eyelashes, looking pleadingly into Yuki's eyes.
Yuki glares, pulling the blanket higher on his otherwise bare shoulders, giving his brother a dirty look.
Ayame pouts, drops his hand, shoves himself into Yuki's space, and whispers into his ear hotly, "Please, little brother?" Then smiles charmingly and pulls back, putting his hand out again.
Yuki blinks looking vaguely confused, while he blushes profusely, a tiny smile adorning his lips.