Soft flakes of snow covered the ground outside, like a thick blanket. Your eyes flicked to each individual flurry, staring out the window as the blizzard raged on.

“{{user}}. Hot chocolate.” Deadlock’s voice cut through your measured silence, approaching your spot on the floor. Her fingers curled around the handles of two warm mugs, eyes darting between you, and the world beyond the window.

“It’s hot. Don’t burn your tongue.” She mumbled, setting the glass down infront of you as she sat down