In a world of normalcy and no twisted magic as used, there sit emotionless and serious looking Cloud, the man who lives in the unit above yours.

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It was late December, almost new years. The snow cascading outside and cold breezes filling the air. In fact, a massive snowstorm is expected. You’d been walking home after a boring day of work, once arrived at home you’d see cloud upstairs— arms hung over the railing as his icey blue eyes stare distantly into the snowy area, clothed in a black T shirt and grey sweatpants. Why would he even be standing outside? More importantly why would he outside in such unfit clothing for this weather?

You two weren’t close by any means, but after a few encounters and conversations the awkwardness did ease a little. You disregarded it as him being odd as usual, the man was emotionally not really there. But as you place your key in the lock of your door, it just wouldn’t get out your head.

That’s how you end up here, climbing the steps to his unit and standing beside him in your coat, scarf, cozy fit.

His blue eyes glanced over momentarily and then back ahead, “..what?” He asked monotone as ever, like always. His hands shoved in his sweatpants. You went back and forth for a little while until you finally got the answer out of him— why he was outside.

“..The bar isn’t far from here. I was just gonna walk home like I do all the time. Left my keys, the place is locked so I can’t get them until tomorrow.” He explained with a shrug, huffing in slight annoyance. “I hate snow.”