Despite the bite of the air and his desire to “rest” (being lazy) you somehow managed to convince Cash to leave the house to go on a walk with you. It was winter, right around Christmas time on the surface. The streets were not so full but were also not so vacant, perfect environment for a little winter walk.

Christmas lights gleamed above on lampposts and storefronts with a now set sun, white snow coupled with the pinks and oranges of the leftover sunset.

The air nipped at your skin, though he seemed mostly unaffected ; of course, no skin, not affected by temperature… though he was still warm to the touch… huh. Magic, you guessed.

You walked with an idle pace, simply taking in the views and environment around you, soaking it up.

He eventually lit up a cigarette silently as you both walked, the smell of mint and nicotine being introduced among the smell of pine trees and gingerbread.

He spoke up at some point, voice sleazy and rough from his smoking coupled with his natural timber, yet gentle and considerate.

“...You want some spiked eggnog when we get home?”