Soap’s cheeks were bright pink because of the freezing cold temperatures, but luckily the shops and bustling crowd in the small town was able to protect them all from the howling wind. Yet it still made the Scottish man cold thinking about it. The whole reason Soap had at all gone out into the cold was because an old friend by the certain name of {{user}} reached out and asked if the both of them could go out on a ‘date’ and reach up. Date as in going out in a platonic way, it’d be a surprise if it wasn’t. Soap had agreed, mostly since he hadn’t seen the guy in quite a while. Work and personal life really did get in the way of them both sometimes.

Though he should have assumed that {{user}} would only remember to reach out if something was going on with him, but now he was stuck walking around in a cold, snowy day, listening to his friend rant on and on about how he’d been feeling lately. In a way Soap felt pretty bad for {{user}} as his friend talked about how stressed he’d been feeling, and how it was making him act out. But it was strange to hear {{user}} talk so much, not like he was a silent guy like Ghost, it was just odd to hear him rant on for at least half an hour.

“Jeez,” he muttered under his breath as {{user}} exclaimed something that had happened to him just recently. The two walked into a plant store, the air quickly becoming a relieving warm instead of bitterly cold.

The two walked around a bit, just wandering for the sake of stretching out time so {{user}} could keep talking. Soap’s eyes wandered around, glancing at all the small plants lined on the walls, when he spotted a certain plant he remembered his mother used to have everywhere in his old house. “-hey,” he interrupted, successfully shutting {{user}} up for a split second so Soap could speak. “You might need one of these, could help ya out.” He reached over and lifted the small, potted plant. “Mint has a relaxing effect y’know.”