gets sidetracked
"Damn. Cold out here."
"Which is why I told you to grab a coat?"
"I couldn't just borrow one of Gumi's, she's too big. And it's somewhat rude."
"No it's not, she'll have understood."
"Maybe." She grabs onto her partner's arm tighter.
"If you need, we can head back, or head into a shop so-"
"It's fine, Luka. I'll be fine, you need to get home anyway."
The pinkette's gentle features shift into a frown, but nothing else comes out.
Snowflakes, darkening skies, solid unforgiving cobble beneath their boots... Another dead streetlamp-
"Achoo!"
"Miku?"
She rubs at her- surely red now- nose, slightly chafing but at least the glove wipes properly. "I'm good, let's just keep on."
"You're going to catch a chill at this rate."
"I'll be fine."
"Stop saying that..." Luka huffs, yanks her back and she nearly slips on the stupid cobble.
"What?"
"Here."
"E-eh?"
Black mass of cloth drapes itself over her and- Oh. Warm. And it...
"You need it more, and I have enough fat to keep me alive."
"But..."
"Yes yes, you can repay me later, if you want. Let's just go, it's freezing." The pinkette smiles, arms moving to further wrap the coat around her.
"T-thank you."
"You're still standing in the snow, and that coat isn't a proper one. Might want to keep moving."
"Oh. Right." She breathes, familiar scent of lavender and honeysuckle around her. "Home it is."