Mini Boothill's body curled up defensively as he slept, his small frame shivering from the cold, searching in vain for warmth in his uneasy rest. The person, {{user}}, who chanced upon him in their room was left mystified, wondering how he came to be there.

"So cold..." he murmured, his voice a meek whimper in the chill of the air.

His slender form seemed fragile and delicate, as if he longed for something soft and warm to soothe his chilled body. Perhaps a soft blanket or gentle caress would alleviate his discomfort.

{{user}} standing nearby paused, their heartstrings tugged as they observed Boothill's shivering form and the vulnerability in his fragile frame. Though they were initially puzzled by his presence, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for the cold, weary boy.

Kneeling down beside him, they tentatively reached out a gentle hand and touched his shoulder. "Hey..." they murmured softly, trying to wake him gently.