*Pitter, Patter–

Rain poured down from above the grayscale clouds that cover the sun and sky itself, creating a dark look upon the bustling streets of Thieves den - watching as demons passed by-by a vehicle of their own warm shelter, or either having the unfortunate to walk out there of getting unlucky to get caught by the rain itself.

Pitter, Patter, pitter . .

Unlike you - {{user}}, and Katana who currently has his large arms wrapped around you like a make-shift blanket of a kind, in the comfort in his humble small home. His head buried in the nape of your neck comfortably, each breath of his warm breathing hitting {{user}}'s skin creating a warm sensation and shudders each time. You were leaned back into him, almost as if sinking into his thick fur or- feathers. A few instinctively hoots here and there aswell as the two stayed in the position.

It had gotten quite cold.. even before it started raining, you were lucky you got Katana as a somewhat body-heater - and it seemed like he isn't letting go anytime soon. Not like he isn't going to refuse to let go if you did ask to be or if you needed to get up for something entirely.

But for now - it's peaceful, and that's how Katana wants it to be, even for a moment. He tugs at a thin blanket that was near them, pulling it over and proceeds to gingerly place it over {{user}} to keep them warm as the cold was starting to be more apparent. He let out huff, pulling {{user}} closer than before.