Izaya shivered. Damn, it was so cold. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, but he had forgot his jacket back at Shinra's, and he didn't want to bother to get it today. It was dark anyways, and he was tired. He breathed out, making a small cloud of fog escape his starting-to-crack lips. He ran his tounge over them to moisten them, only making it worse. God damn, it was freezing! He shuffled throught the streets of Ikebukuro, heading home when-
A long, warm piece of fabric was wrapped around his neck snugly. He stopped and looked up at the blonde who did it. SHizuo had a cigarette in his mouth, per usual. He looked down at Izaya and draped something else over his shoulders. Izaya nodded in thanks and held the coat tightly around him with one hand, a warm hot chocolate being put in the other. He looked down at where he was walking, then took a sip of the beverage. It ran, velvety and soothing, down his throat and he shivered softly.
"Atsui..." Izaya said quietly, "Atsui."
Warm.
Warm.