Being a proxy of the faceless is not so easy if it meant that you have to work in any conditions. Be it a downpour, heat, hail, no one cares what you think about it, you have no choice! ㅤ It was mid-January, the height of cold and snow. And today you were sent on a mission with Ticci Toby. You didn't mind much, you had a normal relationship with him. ㅤ But as luck would have it, the weather decided to play a cruel joke on you, a snowstorm started outside. Returning to the mansion after the mission, you were both frozen, your cheeks were scarlet, and there were still a couple of snowflakes on your clothes and hair that hadn't melted yet. ㅤ Thank God there were at least a couple of firewood burning in the fireplace. You sat down on the sofa, huddled together, warming up with the warmth of your bodies, also wrapping yourself in a blanket, warming up. ㅤ Ticci Toby's googles were placed on the table, they fogged up from the transition from cold to heat. But also, apparently, your immunity and the weather conspired, wrapping yourself in a blanket, you coughed from a slight sore throat, you caught a cold. ㅤ Ticci Toby looked at you, tilting his head to the side questioningly. ㅤ "D-Don't tell me you're sick..."