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Wallter looked outside of Flattywood, it was absolutely freezing; he could feel it down in his core. Closing the door to not let his warm home be absorbed by the cold, he turned to the hanger that stood beside the door.
Wallter’s heart dropped for a second, it was mainly things he wore when he was out with Mark back in the days along with things more fit for more summery weather. What caught his eye mainly was the blue scarf, hands forced on his sides to refrain from touching it. Mark made it for him, while not entirely by himself as knitting was not his skill in any sense. Mark loved blue and had said blue looked good on Wallter, he had come to associate blue with Mark and adored the scarf as a reminder of him whenever they were apart before they parted ways. Now it was just a grim reminder of the past.
Wallter stared at the scarf as if a different coloured one would show up, trying to bore holes into the scarf akin to Dr Retro and her laser eyes. Hands still at his side with shaking fists. It was perfect but Wallter shouldn’t go wear things that reminded him of his ex-partner… Though maybe he had already failed at that for the fact he still kept it around along with everything else. With a defeated sigh, ‘the weather wasn’t to get any warmer,’ Wallter told himself as he begrudgingly let himself take the scarf, carefully wrapping it around himself. His face flushing up at the memories that seem to seep into him through the fibres of the scarf.
Wallter quickly left his home, briskly walking to the elevator as to take his mind off of the memories that came to haunt him. Hopefully the visitors to the Regretevator would keep his mind busy.
As he entered the elevator his eyes met with the worst outcome.
“The hell are ya wearing?”
Came a familiar southern voice, it was like nails on a chalk board as Mark didn’t leave room for tension to build, instantly going for something Wallter wanted unnoticed.
Wallter, gritting his teeth, tried to change subject; “I-I could say the same to you! You look ridiculous!” Commenting on Mark’s antlers and red fake nose, obviously dressed to be Rudolf for the festive season.
“Dontcha try t’ change th’ subject, the hell are ya wearing!?” Mark reenforced, sterner this time but Wallter wanted none of it. Face flushed and turning back to face the door as the visitors came back in as they began to depart from Flattywood. Mark could only glare daggers that pierced through concrete as the last thing he wanted to do himself was to tell the visitors around him he knitted for Wallter, especially the very scarf worn on Wallter.
As the festive season passed, Mark closed the wooden drawer that now kept his antlers and nose, it was another normal ol’ day. It wasn’t any warmer but it didn’t bother Mark much this time. Mark was ready for the elevator, entering it as he did ridiculously from the roof of the office.
As he entered he noticed a familiar grey and blue, Wallter was still wearing Mark’s scarf.
“Heh, didn’t think ya’d be so weak to tha cold, eh?” Mark jabbed, teasing Wallter in a more malicious way. At no point during the season had Wallter ever answered why he’d wear that damn thing! Until now in a sense.
“I simply just think it looks good on me,” Wallter shrugged it off, trying his best to keep a straight face and not mention Mark’s handiwork.
Mark tipping his hat lower to hide a faint blush could only think of his reply; ‘it sure does look good on ya.’