I was in the mood to throw a little bit of PenguinShipping in there, just to mix it up. This update was originally supposed to be about Misty, how another Dawn-oriented chapter came about I have no idea. But can we pretend this is a Kenny-oriented? Dawn already got her drabble-esque thing xD.

I got the original idea off If You Like Me, Tell Me! by Cherry Freeze... though I only read the first line when I wrote this. Fail.
Cute little one-shot that is, by the way.

Oh, and lease excuse my over-use of pronouns(:


Kenny

The two of them lay there, eyes fluttering closed, backs crusted in white snow. It was something they managed to do year after year, even back when they were young. But now, that they were older, just relaxing in the snow was a sweet escape- a small moment of peace in their busy lives. They could truly appreciate it now, more then they had in past years.

"Kenny?"

The chestnut-haired male opened his eyes slightly to peer over at the girl next to him. Her skin was pale, though not in an unhealthy way- she always seemed pale in comparison to most others. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, which wasn't unexpected. A small grin began to form on his lips.

"Hmmm?" He mumbled, too relaxed to form coherent words.

"My hands are cold." The blunette mumbled, eyes still closed. Dawn took this moment as one of pure serenity, choosing to live it to it's extent. But the little things, like her cold hands for instance, were always getting in the way.

As an automatic response, Kenny pulled off his gloves and offered them to his friend. He was warm, after all; he always wore a thick down jacket. Dawn? Well, she tended to wear thinner coats, claiming that they were more "fashionable".

She opened her eyes lazily, the blue orbs quickly glancing at the boy's extended arm. She took the gloves, looking at them for a second before tossing it carelessly into a pile of snow nearby.

"...Dawn...?" He questioned; if her hands were so cold, then why would she throw his gloves away?

The girl closed her eyes once again, just to reach out her arm. Taking one of his hands in her own, she sighed. "...Much better."

Kenny raised his head from the snow to look at his friend (who was now back in her calm zone), then to their interlaced fingers and back to the girl. Strange, he decided, was one word to describe her. Along with beautiful, sweet and happy, of course.

He leaned back into the imprint he had left into the snow. His eyes slowly closed as he whispered, "Yeah... much better."