((your Marcy))

Marcy and Sasha were at school, talking per usual, Sasha suddenly holds Marcy’s hand as they walk through the halls, Marcy couldn’t help but blush a bit at the contact but Sasha’s face had curiosity, raising their connected hands up as she stopped walking, looking at Marcy’s hand noticing how cold they were compared to normal hands

Sasha: “Mar-Mar your hands are so cold..” she murmurs

Marcy: “haha..yeah they..uh- get like that” Marcy says nervously, fidgeting her drawstring out of habit