*＊✿❀ 𝑘𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 ❀✿＊*

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛Winter Evening♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

The sky had already darkened... snowflakes merged with the stars, the snow was like crystal underfoot, and steam drifted from their faces with every warm breath.
Our two heroes went out for a walk, as they didn't want to be part of the chaos unfolding in the apartment without Fyodor.
Dante walked in a light jacket and his sandals. Atop his fiery red hair were fluffy earmuffs given to him by Zontik. The red-haired man was, as always, reciting his quotes, holding a shawarma in his hands (the wrap was fat, not Dante).
Almost forgot! Kuromaku was walking in a warm jacket, a scarf, and a hat. His glasses had already fogged up from his warm breath. His grey, gunpowder-colored eyes looked straight ahead or down at his feet.
D: — Those who don't drink tea are...
K: — (interrupting Dante) Dante. Forgive me for interrupting... but... how about we walk a bit longer? I simply do not wish to return there...
D: — Of course, Kuromaku.

They continued along the snowy road... But Kuromaku hadn't asked to walk longer because of the chaos at home, but... because of something more?.. perhaps. He didn't even realize it himself; he simply wanted to be closer to this red-haired man.
(The rest is up to you, I'm too lazy to write more, and by the way, you can be whoever you want)

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