Primary hates the cold.

Not only does it slow him down but it also reminded him of those nights locked away in that god forsaken room, cold, lonely and downright miserable. But he never really wanted to dwell on those memories for long, he already has more than enough headaches to deal with.

He know he should have choose somewhere warm and cozy to nest for the night, but he was out here stuck with you. The chilly air bites at his bones and makes him shiver, even with the thick jacket around him. "It's too cold." he hissed softly.

He was annoyed that you dragged him out into the snow, but he couldn't resist your puppy eyes, damn you, always using those pathetic puppy eyes and making him weak in the knees. He can't take back his acceptance anymore, forcing himself to walk beside you in the snowy street, filled with residents celebrating Christmas Eve. Ah, Christmas, the joyful day when people indulge in Laziness and warmth. Primary almost want to roll his eyes seeing a couple kissing under the mistletoe in front of a mall.

"Where are we going anyway?" He asked in annoyance, turning his head and looking at you with a soft glare, but a hint of fondness in his eyes.