Disclaimer: People real, story so very fake. Flames, pitchforks, and furious mobs can be directed to jammerbirdi on BJKA.

 

"Cold. So very cold."

"Why're you cold? Thought y'all were used to winter weather in Poland."

"Not with this much wind. New York can be a very cruel city when it wants to be. Feel my nose."

"Awww, you're freezin'! C'mon, lemme help you with that hat."

"I doubt it will do any good. As much as I pull it down, it comes up again. And I took fifteen minutes on my hair this morning, so I do NOT want it to be ruined."

"Fifteen minutes? Shoot, that ain't nothin'. On a good day, takes me that long to keep it from comin' half-undone, and good days don't come real often."

"Some of us are just lucky, Lin. Oh! Even through the gloves, your hands are so warm..."

"Some of us are just lucky. Does this help?"

"If they were cold, it would, but I do have sense enough to wear a heavy coat and a sweater in January. Go further up. Yes, that's better."

"Anyone ever tell you how cute you look when you get all rosy-cheeked? Makes your beautiful eyes sparkle."

"None of that changes the fact that I am still freezing."

"Snuggle closer then. Heavens, someone might think you didn't want to be seen with me."

"Coach prefers that we stay uninvolved with people on other teams. Why do you think Pee-Wee went to San Antonio?"

"Thought it was a style thing- she wanted to run, he didn't."

"That too. Oh, oh, look at the little ducks on the ice!"

"Awww, aren't they precious? Hand me the rest of that pretzel."

"It's in your bag."

"'Taint. Hand me the pretzel, Malgorzata."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Here."

"...was intentional, wasn't it?"

"All right. I do like the way you say my name. So few people even remember it that I like hearing it sometimes."

"Why'nt you say anythin'?"

"I h-h-hate to ask."

"Aw, hon, you're shiverin' up a storm."

"As is most of the city. How do you stay so warm? You hardly look cold."

"Practice, careful breathin', and big hair. Come a lil bit closer and I'll warm you up. Yeah, just like that. Rest your head on mine. Give that poor hat a bit of a rest."

"This could be complicated."

"If I sit up real straight and you slouch a whole lot..."

"Mmmm, that is better."

"Your breath tickles."

"Sorry."

"Wasn't sayin' it like it was a bad thing. I like havin' you here like this. Don't get to do this real often."

"Mmm. Warm."

"Oh, don't go and fall 'sleep on me. Kickin' muggers is no fun after the first few."

*zzzzzz*

"Least I got the ducks to keep me company. Now, where'd I put the last bit of that pretzel...?"

 

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