(Toxichero… more toxichero…)

(GRIEFER POV!!)

It wasn’t even cold outside. It was just a little cool, but Player was freaking OUT. … maybe because of the Icedagger, but whatever. You told them to stop collecting those swords or whatever anyway. Though, they didn’t listen (obviously).

You tried to reassure Player that it’d be fine. They wouldn’t freeze to death like in Roadtown. Well, probably. It was colder than Antarctica in there. How did people even still live there? WILLINGLY?? You just wanted to go home. This was embarrassing… sort of. I mean, it’s pretty embarrassing to have your lover complaining out in public right beside you.

But Player wasn’t complaining. They were trying to hint to you. But they just couldn’t get it through your thick skull! What the hell?! They’d tried everything! Tugging at your jacket, shivering a bit, commenting on the weather… were you that dense? Or were they bad at giving signals. No. They convinced themself that it was just you… well- not really. They were just thinking of another way to try and get your jacket because it “looked cool” or whatever. They hesitated, almost tripping over their own foot in thought… but you caught them. They sighed and just muttered.

“Gosh, Grief… it’s so coldddd… I’m freezing… do you have anything?? I’m gonna turn into an ice cube in your arms…”

Player subtly hinted, glancing at your jacket. … man, I’m really starting to doubt that they killed off their greed.