It was cold. That was a given, considering it was December. Lazar walked alongside {{user}}, albeit with a little drag to his step. He was going home...to HIS home to meet {{user}}'s parents. He was terrified.

"Yknow...there's still time to high tail It out of here." He mumbled, fixing his sweater. He'd worn something- decent so they wouldn't get...a bad impression on his looks alone.

Hopefully.