One on One RP anybody?

Lincoln inhaled through his nose before letting out another long, happy puff of warm breath into the frigid air. He walked with a light bounce in his gate, his chin pointed down slightly to keep his head barring his eyes from the snow. Although it was cold, his hearted was warmed with the peace at having a handsome companion walking beside him. He couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than Jack—a man, a time traveler, who didn’t judge him for liking males.

The walk back to town wasn’t dreadfully long. Graham and his wife thankfully didn’t live too far into the neighborhood. As they entered back into town, Lincoln scanned the streets for an empty passing carriage. He hoped he could talk to Jack when they got home too so they could sort things out before they went to the bar.

“Thank you,” Lincoln smiled, glancing over to Jack again, “I’ve been friends with Graham for a few years, just before his wife gave birth to their daughter. We go to the same college.”

Lincoln’s face brightened even more, which didn’t seem possible. “They’re incredible. Graham’s an amazing writer,” he gushed, “He’s going to get published, and ah— he’s got such a bright future ahead of him,” he let a little bounce into his step.

Lincoln nodded back quicker, “Mhm! I’ve read a few of his works, mostly short stories—and they’re amazing—but he’s working on an entire novel right now. He let me read the first chapter and it gave me goosebumps.” He kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, letting his elbows swing with the rhythm of his paces.

“It’s about an engineer who tries to break the limits of technology, and in doing so he accidentally kills someone he loves. He then breaks the ethical limits of technology by trying to bring the loved one back to life. He said he based the main character off of me,” he laughed, “I don’t know if I should be flattered.”

Lincoln nodded, “Then I will be flattered. And Graham’s favorite book is Frankenstein, so he probably took inspiration from it. It’s set in modern times, though, so it will be different. Well, my modern times, your history.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket to tuck that awry tuft of hair behind his ear again.

Lincoln shivered as a chilling breeze hit his face. He buried his mouth in his scarf. He peered back over the fabric with his eyebrows raised, curiously expecting Jack to finish his thought, “Hm?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” he shrugged his shoulders, looking forward again. The corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement, betraying the smile he hid behind his scarf.

Lincoln squinted into the thickening snow. It looked like a storm was gathering. He shivered again. “A little farther, not much. I was hoping we could get a carriage but…I don’t see one.” He said over the wind, having to uncover his mouth for the moment. He grimaced.

“Alright,” Lincoln grinned back. “It’s just gonna be a cold rest of the walk,” he chuckled, turning his head back in front of him. “Oh, look, there’s the coffee shop we went to,” he gestured. “We’re not far.”

“Haha! Yeah, it was a good cafe,” he agreed. “I’ve burnt my tongue on coffee more times than I can count.” He chuckled. “Especially right after it’s brewed.”

“Not at all. It lasts for days,” he raised his gaze from the ground to the street again. “Aha, this is the line of stores that lead up to my house.” He shivered again, pulling his coat closer to himself again. He was glad they were only a matter of minutes away from his house now. It felt like the air was getting colder by the second.

“Human icicle…” Lincoln echoed, finding that incredibly amusing. He tucked his mouth back into his scarf again as a grin spread across his face. The corner of his eyes crinkled to betray his happy expression.

Lincoln glanced over at him and snorted, “Hah!” His shoulders bounced with effervescent laughter. “We would at least have to wait until we’re behind closed doors…” he let the twinge in his voice trail off.