Summary: Frankenstein feels the cold more than Muzaka does; Muzaka had multiple ways to tell.
Muzaka never left verse.
Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets
By Dark Ice Dragon
Tells
Muzaka breathed out, watching the cloud fade away into the sky. It was a brisk day, the sky free of any clouds and freshly lain snow crunched underfoot.
A brisk day for him anyway.
He looked over at Frankenstein, whose shoulders were raised more than usual, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Ah. It was hard to feel when the temperature dipped to something Frankenstein didn't like, so Muzaka had to check on Frankenstein instead.
Which he did often anyway.
"Hey," he said, leaning in to kiss Frankenstein's cheek as he slipped a hand into Frankenstein's pocket.
Both Frankenstein's cheek and hand were cold, Frankenstein's hand barely curling around his.
Frankenstein hissed, expelling a white cloud between his lips, but he gripped Muzaka's hand.
"You wanna head back?" Muzaka asked.
Frankenstein shook his head. "I can manage a while longer." He smiled, leaning into Muzaka's shoulder. "It's still a good day out."
Yeah, it was.
[-]
Muzaka relaxed as he watched the nature documentary. How long had it been since he'd last visited that country? It looked so different from when he'd last been, he couldn't find any of the trails he remembered.
He looked over when Frankenstein leaned into him, still curled up around his book.
Even more curled up around his book.
Hm.
With a soft chuckle, Muzaka slid an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, hearing Frankenstein exhale. "Even reading isn't enough to distract you from the cold?"
"Apparently," Frankenstein grumbled. "But this should help."
"I can make tea?" That would warm him up faster.
"Hmm..." Frankenstein shifted, settling against him. "No, this should be enough."
"Heh, all right." Muzaka turned his attention back to the TV, stroking Frankenstein's arm.
[-]
Muzaka woke up slowly, listening. No-one else was in their room, and it wasn't raining outside, so what had woken him up?
Frankenstein twisted a little, and Muzaka watched him; Frankenstein wasn't much of a restless sleeper, so why...? A nightmare?
Frankenstein rolled over and buried his face in Muzaka's chest, exhaling.
Oh. That was it.
Smiling, Muzaka adjusted their blanket so there wasn't any space behind Frankenstein, placing the back of his hand on Frankenstein's cheek. Yeah, he was cold.
Rumbling, he held Frankenstein close as he drifted back to sleep. He had multiple ways to tell when Frankenstein was cold, and that just meant he had more reason to snuggle up with him.
