If this were Neo Domino, Crow would've been in a panic. He'd be waking up Brave in a heartbeat, grabbing necessities and turning on the heater and preparing hot cocoa for all of the kids. Yes, he'd be in the aptly named "Papa Wolf" mode. But as he opened the curtain and was promptly met with a wall of snow pressed up against the window, his first response was a soft sigh proceeded by a moment of silence. After just a few observations, he merely shrugged his shoulders and flopped himself down on the couch.
This isn't Neo Domino, Crow reminded himself, chewing on his lip softly as he threw a blanket over his body. The house was chilly despite the heater being on at quite a high temperature. He remembered the weather report calling for a large snowstorm last night, so this really shouldn't have come as a surprise. Then again, where he lived now, snowstorms made frequent appearances in ways Crow's never seen before. While he was more accustomed to being snowed-in than when he first moved to Norway with Brave, he certainly hadn't grown used to the extreme cold that made its presence known during the long winter months.
Crow shivered. "Dammit, it's freezing this morning…" He mumbled, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. There was moment where he considered waking up Brave, but as he recalled from recent events that… Wasn't such a good idea. He laughed nervously, not particularly willing to go through those experiences again.
Brave's condition had certainly made things a bit different than usual. While Crow enjoyed being at home for once, having taken a temporary hiatus from the dueling circuit, the situation at home was far from normal. On one hand, the affection Crow received from his husband was always a plus; Brave was always loving and playful when he was at home, moments he always looked forward to after a long time away from home.
On the other hand, sometimes the mood swings were a bit unpredictable, to say the least. While Brave's condition could certainly be to blame for his moodiness, to say it was enjoyable was far from the truth. Of course he wouldn't openly admit that—That would be a touchy subject and he'd probably be chided for even bringing it up. It was probably for the best if he just helped Brave with whatever he needed for the next few months.
Speaking of which… The sound of their bedroom door opening alerted Crow that his husband was now awake. He couldn't make out the incoherent mumbling coming from Brave, but he passed it off as unimportant. Keeping the blanket wrapped around him, he stood up, quite clumsily, and walked over to greet his companion. He offered a small smile, removing the blanket and throwing it over Brave's shoulders. "Mornin'," He chirped, rubbing his lover's arms. "How'd you sleep?"
"Mhm... Alright, I suppose…" He responds groggily, letting out quite the yawn before moving forward to rest his chin atop Crow's head. "How about you?"
"Splendid," He replies, his response muffled as his face is currently buried in the magnificence known as Brave's… breasts. One of the added benefits of Brave's form, at least according to Crow. He was fairly certain that Brave didn't feel the same way about it, but he's letting it slide for now. Brave's happy that Crow's happy and that's what matters.
Brave chuckles. "While I'm glad you're enjoying yourself there," He says, moving himself away from Crow and fully wrapping the blanket around his figure. " It's quite cold in here, and I'm feeling rather hungry at the moment." He sends a curious glance towards the winter, immediately noticing the wall of white presented instead of the usual scenery. Brave wasn't particularly fond of snow-ins, but alas, he had grown used to it and there wasn't really much they could do about the situation.
"Ah, and here I was planning to send you out to buy some food!" He lets out an exasperated sigh, moving to the couch and sitting himself down on the soft cushions. He looked back at Crow and sent him a playful wink. "Guess you got lucky this time, chickadee~"
Crow wonders if he's really lucky though, and that thought stays with him as he enters the kitchen. He's not even looking for anything in particular, at least not for himself. He knows Brave wants breakfast, but what exactly is beyond him. So he'll proceed with the regular routine. "Brave, what do you want to eat?" He calls out, and unsurprisingly receives a fast response.
"Chocolate cake!"
Crow rolls his eyes. "Something more appropriate for breakfast!"
"Tea! With chocolate cake!"
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. No, that simply wouldn't do. Crow shakes his head and moves to the fridge and cabinet. He starts boiling the water and grabs the bowl of fresh strawberries that's in the fridge. When everything's all finished, he brings the cup of tea and a small bowl of strawberries to the other room. Brave pouted when he saw the presentation of food placed in front of him.
"I wanted cake…" He mumbled childishly, burying his face in the blanket a little. Crow rolled his eyes before sitting down next to Brave.
"Save it for later," He says, wrapping an arm around the other and pulling him close. "Besides, you're supposed to be eating healthier, remember?"
That response earns him a small groan from the other. Brave isn't happy with that response, but doesn't argue because he knows that's what he needs to do. "Right, I forgot," He's nearly complaining at this point. "This isn't just for my health."
Brave shifts under the blankets, before deciding it'd be much more comfortable to use Crow as a cushion. So he did just that, laying his head down on Crow's lap. The self-satisfied smirk was an indication that Brave wouldn't argue with him, at least not today. He couldn't guarantee it would be the same tomorrow.
Crow can't help but smile softly. It's a serene moment shared between them and he wants to relish it as much as possible. Whether they were sharing strawberries or simply engaging in small talk, it was all of utmost happiness for the both of them. Despite the chilly air surrounding them and being trapped in the house for several days, Crow feels right at home with Brave like this.
And he knows that he wouldn't have it any other way.
