I wrote this in fifteen minutes at 2:00 am when I was supposed to be fast asleep. I have no self-control whatsoever.
"Brr." Morro remarked, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck and looking out at the snow that drifted down around him. The frosty crystals had already spread their bitter chill through the metal roof and the former ghost was pretty sure his nails had turned blue from the snowstorm. "I forgot how easy it is to get cold when you're a human."
He closed his eyes, letting the snowflakes stick to his eyelashes and reveling in the fact that he was no longer in pain when the flakes melted on his face.
Despite the setbacks, it felt… nice to be a human again.
Morro sighed, his mind turning to Lloyd and his adorable smile. The way he had cradled the coffee cup in mitten-covered hands, caught mid-laugh in the photo that was now Morro's phone wallpaper. The two gripping gloved hands as the snow had begun to spiral around them in small flurries, ducking behind a tree when they were almost to the monastery, sharing a quick kiss with Lloyd jokingly complaining that Morro's lips were cold.
"Oh, well, forgive me, I didn't realize being cold in winter was optional."
"Wha— hey, give me my hat back!"
"Nope, you shall suffer without the hat."
"I'll get you back."
"Mhm."
There was the sound of soft footsteps crunching in the snow and Wu's soothing, familiar voice. "Tomorrow, you've been out here for an hour and a half. You're going to catch a cold."
"Can you please not call me Tomorrow, Sensei?"
"Sorry, it's just a habit I've developed from all those years." Wu paused. "Anyways, Lloyd is looking for you."
Morro nodded before heading back inside, where he was pounced on by his blond boyfriend. "Hey!"
"Gotcha!" Lloyd teased before skipping off. Morro sighed, shaking his head as he watched Lloyd saunter off. He raised one eyebrow in confusion as he looked at the grey and green pattern on the sweater Lloyd was wearing.
"Lloyd, why in the sixteen realms are you wearing my sweater?"
I have no regrets.
Goodnight... or morning... or afternoon... or evening... or never.
I'd fall asleep butttttttttttt... insomnia is a problem. Anyways, forgive me if it's not my best work, my brain is a scrambled egg and my limbs seem to not want to work.