The air felt colder this time around as winter began to set in.

Soap sat across from you, snugly wrapped in a silken duvet.

Shortly after noticing you, he beckoned you over, lifting the covers just enough for you to squeeze in next to him on the couch.

Of course, eventually you became bored with the nonsense being spewed from the TV, and so, he offered you a small box of sharpies and his tattooed arm.

"Do your magic, lass." He winked.