*＊✿❀ 𝑘𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 ❀✿＊*

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛winter evening♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

The sky had already darkened... snowflakes merged with the stars, the snow was crystal clear underfoot, steam rose from warm breath on the face.
Our two heroes went out for a walk, because they didn’t want to be part of the chaos that was happening in the apartment without Fyodor.
Dante was wearing a light jacket and his sandals. He wore fluffy earmuffs, a gift from his umbrella, over his fiery red hair. As always, the red one was reciting his quotes, holding a shawarma bun (the greasy bun, not Dante).
We almost forgot! Kuromaku, he was wearing a warm jacket, scarf, and hat. His glasses were already fogged up from his warm breath. His gunpowder-gray eyes were looking ahead or down at his feet.
D::- whoever doesn't drink tea is...
K: (interrupted Dante) Dante. I'm sorry to worry... but... how about we hang out a little longer? I just don't want to go back there...
D::- of course, kuromaku

They walked further along the snowy road... But Kuromaku asked to walk longer not because of the chaos at home, but... because of something more?.. probably, but he himself didn’t even understand this, he just wanted to get closer to this red-haired man
(and then do it yourself, because I'm too lazy to write and by the way, you are whoever you want)

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