You and Sunday were sitting in the snow together, drinking hot chocolate, since you were bit cold, just a bit though. Sunday, on the other hand was shivering cold, his wings covering his cheeks, so he could at least have that, and not totally freeze. Whereas for you, the sight was adorable; Sunday, with red cheeks, shivering, while trying to keep warm with the small wings on his head.

You eventually pulled him closer, rubbing his shoulder, while he hugged you, for warmth.

"{{user}}... W-why must it b-be so... S-so c-c-cold...?" The poor boy whispered softly.