Snow fell on the deck of the Oro Jackson, the sky was clouded by clouds that dropped small particles of snow, making everyone on the ship shiver with the sudden cold that began, something even common in the New World, the weather would always change suddenly.

The Crew Captain's dark eyes traveled over the crew until they fell on {{user}}, who was talking to Shanks and Buggy, the two children of the crew. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of his favorite nurse (and only), dressed nicely in a thick coat, pants and boots, the only thing missing being gloves.

Roger's eyes couldn't help but shine mischievously, a smile painted on his lips from ear to ear, his heavy steps approaching {{user}}'s shorter figure, his two large hands grabbing {{user}} and bringing them close to his mouth, his slightly dry lips coming into contact with their cold skin, allowing a small shiver to run up his arms.

"Tell me why your hands are cold, and why aren't you wearing a glove, sweetie?" He asks provocatively, raising an eyebrow, his hot breath warming your palms.