Rowan huddled up in the blanket that Damien gave him, still shivering. "I'm always cold and this is not fucking helping."
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Right? At least it’s getting warmer. Kinda fuckin’ tired of having to wear a jacket every day.” He groaned with a slight roll of the eyes.
"Hold me baaaabe~" Rowan whined playfully, huddling closer to Damien. "Lemme steal your waaaarmth~"
Damien wrapped his own blanket around Rowan with a dramatic shiver. “Jesus, Frosty the Snowman over here! You’re fuckin’ freezing, dude.”
"I'm so fucking cold. I wish I could die. At least it's warm in hell." Rowan was shivering violently by now despite the blankets.
“Alright, now you’re just being dramatic. C’mon, dude.” Damien pulled him into a warm hug, trying to get Rowan to warm just at least a little bit.
"I'm always dramatic, thank you very much." Rowan stayed as close to Damien as he could, exhaling shakily.
“Damn, how could I have forgotten?” Damien teased, leaning his own head lightly on Rowan’s.
"I'm still coooold…" Rowan whined weakly, his teeth chattering a bit. "I don't know why but I'm so fucking freezing."
“I can feel it, dude, don’t gotta tell me twice.” Damien shivered as well. “And I swear, man, you’re stealin’ all my fuckin’ body heat!”
"Gimme your fucking warmth." Rowan clung to Damien for dear life. "I'm seizing the rights to production of heat, fuck you."
“Oh, we’re doin’ this communism style? Got it. In that case, comrade.” Damien clung right back, now shivering as well. “Oh my god, you fuckin’ ice cube..”
"I'm so fucking cold, okay? Just… fuckin'… Stalin? More like… stealin'…" Rowan shuddered again and drew in a wavering breath.
“Stealin’ all the damn warmth, holy shit.” Damien laughed, still snuggled up against Rowan. “Crazy as fuck, man.”
"Mmm… with my luck, I've got a fucking fever or something and that's why I'm extra cold." Rowan sighed softly.
“You don’t have a fever, Ro.. here, lemme feel your forehead.” He held out his hand to touch Rowan’s head.
Rowan did actually feel a little warmer than he should and he shivered at Damien's cold hands. "Fuckin'… ice hands over here, get off…" He whined, pushing Damien's hand away.
“Sorry, sorry! Can’t help it. Uh- maybe it’s just my fuckin’ Frozone hands, but you do feel a little warm.” Damien frowned, tucking his hands back into the blanket.
Rowan groaned and huddled close again. "Well that's just fucking fantastic, isn't it?" He sighed in frustration.
“Right? Goddamn, you got enough on your plate as is. Maybe it’s just me havin’ cold hands, though.”
"It'd better be… I'll check my temperature later and I'll text you." Rowan shook his head a bit in distaste and wrapped the blankets tighter around himself.
“Sounds good, yeah. If you are sick, though- make sure it’s contagious, ‘cause I really don’t wanna go to school tomorrow.” Damien joked with a laugh.
"Mm… You can lie and say it is if you really want, but then you can't come visit my sorry ass." Rowan closed his eyes.
“Shit, yeah.. hm. I mean, there’s always FaceTime, right?” Damien thought for a second, still leaning on Rowan. “Would that work?”
"Yeah, I guess that works." Rowan shrugged. "As long as I'm not stuck here all by my lonesome all day."
“Yeah. At least you got Milo, man! I think Ginger only goes in my room to hunt for empty food wrappers ‘n shit.” He laughed again, his face lit up with a sort of humor.
"Mhmm… can't really talk to Milo, though." Rowan looked over at the sleepy golden retriever mix. "Wish I could. I bet he'd say some cute shit."
“True.. I mean, like- you could? Technically?” Damien grinned at Rowan’s sentence. “Fuckin’ adorable shit. Love the guy.”
"Well, I could talk at him. He's not gonna fucking respond." Rowan smiled softly as he kept watching Milo. "I'd die for him."
“I mean.. yeah.” Damien laughed at that, reaching over to gentle pat the sleepy dog. “No homo, but, like.. if Milo was a dude? I’d probably marry him.”