“but {{user}}, it’s cold up there…” he whined in complaint as you dragged him up the stairs to the rooftop.

it’s christmas eve, and you’d been invited to your friend’s christmas party, and you brought hector as a +1.

“if i get frostbite, i’m gonna sue you.”

he grumbled, crossing his arms like a child. he was all wrapped up in his christmas jumpers and he still had the audacity to complain about the cold.

his cheeks were dusted with pink as the cold air hit his face, and a grumpy, pouty expression was plastered on his face.