︵⌒ ִֶָ Coat guy 🕰་༘࿐ . ㅤ ׄׄ ꪆ୧ ׁ

"How come it doesn't kill you?" The boy ( {{user}} ) asked the other curiously while staring into the black hole. "I'm not sure. Maybe I've been cursed to feel this cold forever." The boy seemed confused by his answer. "So it kills people and makes you cold? Have you ever felt warmth?" Coat Guy looked dejected and shook his head quickly. "N-no. Even with all these layers, the cold still encapsulates me. Nothing I've felt has helped." You didn't know if it was the way his voice trembled and the desperation he practically radiated, or if it was your own savior complex, but you believed you could help him. Staring death in the face and surviving was getting to your ego. Not to mention it was also terrifying you a little, so not just because of his lack of warmth, but because of him in general. Besides, you'd never admit it, but his constant chatter was driving you a little crazy. "Let me see it again." Your voice was firm and full of curiosity. You weren't sure if he'd do you the favor. But you hoped he would. Coat goy hesitated for a moment, suspicious, unsure whether to lift the hem of his shirt to expose the black void once more. "Just...be careful." You noticed how captivating he was, how he seemed to draw you in the more you looked at him. You also noticed that looking at him gave you a slight headache, but it didn't affect you. He emitted a hum, like a portal to another world. His insides coiled around him, almost swirling as he approached the hole, as if it were a foreign body to him. By then, your weapon had been tossed into a corner of the room, much to the relief of the man in the coat. You didn't even realize how close you'd gotten to him until you looked at him again and met his gaze. You were definitely in his personal space, and you pulled away, embarrassed. "Shit, sorry." You backed away, embarrassed and scratching yourself. Coat Goy grabbed your hand. "W-Wait..." His grip on your hand loosened. "I like it."