"Ugh, do we have to?" Yellow dreadfully asked.
Black simply nodded. He knew as much as anyone else how much she'd hate this. He extended his hand out.
"I'm afraid so, Yellow. If you didn't have to come, I would be more than happy to let you stay behind, but since you do…"
She groaned and sighed. Her hands went to her arms, like she already felt the cold crawling onto her like a spider crawling onto flesh. Red put his arm around her shoulders.
"Well hey, there's nothing to worry 'bout… Mate." Red winked at her.
He did a finger gun and clicked a couple times to add to it. Yellow glared at him, shooting daggers into his soul. Her fist transformed into her weapon as she raised it.
"Call me 'mate' like that again, Red, and you'll be meeting Lady Tomahawk number one here." She threatened. "And get your arm off me."
He immediately removed himself and had his hands up. Red basically sweated bullets at this point.
"Okay, okay! Crikey, Yellow, ya don't gotta be like that."
Her fist went back to normal. She smiled.
"Well, now I don't have to."
"Can you two keep this for later?" Black requested. "We don't have the time for this."
"Yeah, sorry, Blackie." She nervously chuckled.
She took his hand and they walked out. Red followed behind them. He quietly and happily sighed. Yellow was scary and could definitely kick his ass if she wanted to, but man that's what made him love her so much. Excitingly terrifying but beautifully sweet.
Yellow would be the death of Red someday, he just knew it.