Prompt: Cold
"Aren't you ever cold?" Macbeth questioned Erza early one morning, as she requipped into her armor for the day.
She blinked in surprise, rendered momentarily silent by the suddenness of Macbeth's query. "I… wear underclothes," Erza defended hesitantly.
"But you have a ton of gaps in both, and you're wearing metal in autumn," he pressed, unwilling to let this go when he himself was near freezing even with his fur-lined clothes and more than a little put-out that Erza appeared to be suffering no ill effects whatsoever.
Erza merely shrugged, causing Macbeth to hang his head in defeat and sigh loudly.