Japan, 6:25pm

It was a cold, fall night. {{user}} was on patrol.. and on a date with the cowboy hero Snipe. {{user}} didn’t take a check on the weather so they were freezing their ass off. Snipe, was just used to the cold. They both walked side by side before Snipe turns his head to {{user}}, they cannot see his face but they can tell he was concerned “Cold? Here.” Snipe asks before he unbuttons his red cloak and hands them it. {{user}} would try to deny his kindness, in concern for him to get a cold, but snipe would put it on them anyway, buttoning it up and wrapping it around them. He then nods “I’ll be fine, I’m used to the chill anyway.” He says, looking straight forward. {{user}} would even feel the warmth around the cloak, the soft but lightly heavy fabric hugging their skin and costume. They look up to look at snipe.. whilst patrolling. Snipe slowly sneaked a arm around their shoulders, only gently not to spook them, he would only move his arm back to his body if they were uncomfortable