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  —Dude! L00k! (Dude! Look!)— C00lkidd called out. He was standing by the window, his face resting against the cool glass pane.

 —Huh? What is it?— Raising one eyebrow, Elliot approaches the window. —Oh…!— His eyes light up as he finally sees it.

 —It's sn0wing, man! (It's snowing, man!)— C00lkidd held Elliot by the shoulders, shaking him as he felt excitement taking over his emotions.

 —You're right, dude— A soft smile painted Elliot's face, and he quickly turned around. —What are we waiting for? we can't miss snow day! come on, grab your jacket and put on your gloves— Elliot made his way into his closet, rummaging through drawers and hangers, picking out his winter attire.

 —Pfft, I can bear a little 0f c00l air (Pfft, I can bear a little of cool air)— He rolls his eyes and lazily picks up a pair of scattered clothes he previously threw onto the floor.

 —Oh, man, I love when it snows.

 C00lkidd eyes were caught by a new, dazzling sight. Elliot had put on that fuzzy jacket he had kept in his closet, the one CK would eye each time the closet's door was open, always wondering what it would look like on Elliot. But he finally found out, and it was stunning. Elliot looked soft. Softer than usual, actually. He had never looked at Elliot with these eyes before. And it was thrilling. Scandalous to some level.

 —Y-yeah, same…— C00lkidd adverts his gaze, scared his thoughts will escalate if he stares for too long.

 —If the ground gets covered in snow, I would like to make some snow angels with you. If you want to! of course…— Elliot suggests casually while he puts on his gloves and throws a scarf over his shoulders.

 —S0unds nice, yeah (Sounds nice, yeah)— C00lkidd then puts on a pair of black sweatpants and a wine red scarf, not really caring about his fashion choice for winter. He was more of a summer/autumn fashion guy after all.

 He couldn't deny it, he was excited to spend time with Elliot. He was always working, so every little interaction was appreciated. This was one of the few moments of enjoyment he wished for.

***

 —Come on!— Elliot rushed through the whitened pavement, cutting through the shower of snowflakes, gesturing with his arm for C00lkidd to follow. The red man was falling behind, too caught up on his thoughts he didn't realize his sluggish steps.

He speeds up, catching up to Elliot. —S0… what d0 we d0 first? Sn0w angels? 0r… Sn0wball fight!? (So… what do we do first? Snow angels? or… Snowball fight!?)— He wiggles his eyebrow, always in for some adrenaline and horseplay. He was already imagining himself throwing a hundred snowballs at the smaller man, and he tries to hold in a chuckle.

—Snow angels first, of course. I love making them— Elliot giggles softly, already imagining all the snow angels he and C00lkidd can make on the pale ground.

Once they reach the park, Elliot wastes no time and lets himself plop down on the ground, laying supine as he begins to move his arms up and down, his legs moving side to side to form that perfect angel.

—H0w eager, Elli0t (How eager, Elliot)— C00lkidd teases, seeing the joy in the smaller boy's face.

—Come on, dude, your turn— Elliot sits up, gesturing for C00lkidd to do the same. CK rolls his eyes playfully, imitating Elliot's actions, laying on the cold ground to make an angel as well. The taller guy feels a shiver run down his spine at the chilly contact. Maybe e should've listened to Elliot and put on something more snug. He decides to ignore the icy feeling, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

—Oh, awesome, yours is bigger than mine— Elliot remarks with awe as he looks over to CK's side.

—My sn0w angel, right? (My snow angel, right?).

—Uh, yeah?— Elliot tilts his head, momentarily confused before he lets the thought slip.

C00lkidd couldn't hold in his laughter, shaking his head.

—What's so funny, hm?— Elliot raises one eyebrow, a loopsided smile on his lips. C00lkidd waves his hand dismissively.

—0h, n0thing, n0thing (Oh, nothing, nothing)— He wipes a stray teardrop from his eye, propping himself up on his hand behing his back, his legs stretching out in front, sighing softly.

—Okay…— Elliot looks to the side, taking in the gelid landscape. Kids playing, couples walking hand in hand, the wind taking the fickle ice fractals with it. It was a view he always awaited each year. Suddenly, something heavy and cold strikes his cheek, making him fall over onto his side from the impact.

—Sn0wball fight? (Snowball fight?)— C00lkidd is already juggling two snowballs in his hands, looking down at Elliot like a predator staring down his pray.

—Oh, you're on!— Elliot rolls snow into a ball before quickly recovering, standing on his feet as he asserts a hit to CK's chest.

They frolic and romp, trying to escape from each other's cold attacks as they launch frantic snowballs onto enemy territory, trying to win this playfull war.

***

 They're now sitting on a bench, panting and exhausted after that fight. Elliot's leg were wobbly and C00lkidd's hands were ice cold.

 —Can't believe y0u w0n, sh0rtie (Can't believe you won, shortie)— He reaches with his hand to ruffle the other guy's hair, almost skewing his visor. He giggle, putting his visor into place and fixing his hair.

 —Well, I guess I'm just natural at this— He shrugs nonchalantly, a prideful tone to his voice.

 C00lkidd lets his arm fall to his side on the bench, accidentally brushing his hand with Elliot's, the contact making him tense up, quickly looking down between them. Before he could pull his hand away, Elliot caugh it between his own.

 —Woah, your hands are freezing cold, C00lkidd— His brows furrow with concern, rubbing his hands on CK's to try to warm them up. —Here, just let me…— Elliot closes his hands aroung the other's, bringing them to his mouth before exhaling warm air. This action makes C00l's neck to shiver, his cheeks flushing a deep wine, his hands already warming up.

 —Gosh, I told you to put on a jacket and some gloves, now you're freezing— He nags, shaking his head. —You will catch a cold like this— With each exhale of warm air, C00lkidd's pulse races. Elliot concern, his gentle, considerate handling was something CK always found to be intriguing. Even after everything he made the boy go through, all the chaos he caused, Elliot never looked at him as if he was filth, unlike anyone else on this place. This tenderness, it was something he didn't deserve.

 Leaning forward, C00lkidd wraps his arms aroung Elliot, holding him in a great hug, his chin resting on the delivery man's shoulder.

 —C00kie? are you okay?— Elliot is taken aback by this sudden hug, but he doesn't hesitate to hug back, worried CK might be feeling bad.

 —I'm fine. D0n't w0rry..., Ellie (I'm fine. Don't worry..., Ellie)— He quickly pulls back, leaning back against the bench, staring ahead to avoid eye contact. He crosses his arms over his chest, clearing his throat. —Y-y0u were c0ld as well, just wanted t0 return the fav0r (Y-you were cold as well, just wanted to return the favor)— He chuckles nervously, scratching his flushed cheek. —And I'm n0t getting a c0ld, I'm perfectly- Ach00! (And I'm not getting a cold, I'm perfectly- Achoo!)— C00lkidd's words are cut off by a sudden, loud sneeze that's followed by a sniffle.

 —C00lkidd! I told you— Elliot tries to sound stern, but he can't hold in a small, soft laugh.

 —Geez, 0kay, y0u were right (Geez, okay, you were right)— He throws his hand up in mock defeat, smirking.

 —Let's go back, I'll make you some soup— The yellow-haired robloxian holds out his hand, and C00lkidd takes it, pulled up to his feet by Elliot.

 —I'd like that— His expression grows soft as he walks besides Elliot. Maybe this is right. It's something he needed, this tenderness, this care. This love. It's something only Elliot can offer. He's not lettig this go to waste, he's not gonna ruin it anymore, and he's gonna make sure he can reciprocicate as much love as he can.