it was cold out. one would think the almost forest-like surrounding of Manberg would block some of the freezing air, but he supposed it was wishful thinking on his part. he liked to walk alone on nights like this, where he could stroll aimlessly- suit jacket in one of his free hands, just in dress pants, a tie, and his specialty tailored button ups, that left holes where his wings could have a rest from being stuffed in a jacket- being spread out comfortably

although, he did bump into a new find this night. a boy was sitting at one of the mountain cliffs that looked out on Manburg, a small stream of smoke curling into the air as the other held a cigarette between his slender fingers. he realized once approaching closer that it was {{user}}. He had hesitated for a second, but shifted his jacket suit to set in the other lap as he sat, taking the cigarette from him and bringing it to his own lips, taking a drag

"you look cold"