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The blonde boy stood on the snow piling beside the concrete, looking off into the street. his mittened hands wrapped behind his back, forearms pressed to his coat. His eyes wandered the road aimlessly.
Only after a few minutes, he lifted an arm to roll his sleeve, checking his wristwatch. It hadn’t been long, but he still grew worried. The one he was waiting for was nowhere to be seen. It was unusual, as he never had anything to do before when the two would walk home together. Perhaps he had gotten into an altercation? Or detention?
Just as the thought arrived at the blonde's head, soft crunches into the snow approached from behind, catching his attention. Pip turned his head and locked his eyes on the boy behind him. He looked back and gave a lazy wave.
“Damien,” the blonde grinned, “I had been growing worried!”
The noir dusted off his hair, a poor attempt of swatting the snow that fell from sticking to his dark locks. His little pointy ears grew rosy at the cold air that blew.
The boy didn’t reply, quietly stepping next to the blonde. He looked into his eyes, thinking for a minute. It seemed like he had forgotten to reply, or perhaps he didn’t want to reply at all. The blonde rubbed a hand on his elbow awkwardly, looking away from Damien, not sure what to say. Though it seemed then Damien realized he was owing a response, and he spoke. “Right.”
“…Right? W-well what do you mean?”
Damien's eyes inched wider and he darted them away from the blonde, hand traveling beside his head to rub gently at one of his pointed ears. “Nothing, never mind. Hello, Phillip.”
Pip let out a sigh, lips curling upwards just barely. “Hello Damien. Would you like to head to the park once more today? before we head off?” Pip paused, “Well, if it is okay with you of course. You seem rather chilled, would you like my scarf?”
Damien furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, turning it to the opposite of Pip now. “No. i do not want your scarf, it will make you grow cold.'' Damien crossed his arms up to his chest. He only wore a black turtleneck, and his same usual jeans. Actually, the whole outfit was considered the “same usual”, as he never wore anything else.
“Oh, dear.” Pip's eyes softened as his eyebrows curled. his smile flattened. “It won't be a bother, I assure you.” He lifted his arms to grab at the scarf hung tightly around his neck, bringing it undone. He held it in his mittened hands and pushed it up to the other boy with a gentle smile.
Damien’s eyebrows furrowed, “Phillip I do not need your scarf. I’m fine as I am.”
Pip pushed the scarf up to Damien’s chest eagerly, his own eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. “Nonsense, I see the flush of pink on your skin! The cold is making you all red,” He spread the folds of the scarf out and leaned into the dark boy, gently wrapping the scarf around the other's neck. Damien found no use in protesting.
Pip backed up and put his hands to his sides, smiling at the other. The scarf had been wrapped comfortably around his neck, reaching up to just barely cover Damien's bottom lip. He looked shyly to the side as to avert Pip's gaze, but it proved just as useless as his earlier protests when Pip walked back up towards the noir once more to properly pull the scarf over his lips.
Damien’s eyes shut closed in embarrassment. Why had he even been letting Pip put his scarf around him? He felt as if he couldn't stand his ground against the blonde, something about him always seemed to have Damien in a chokehold. Maybe it was his eyes, the ice blue orbs that always held a warm patience in them that no one else seemed to get. Or maybe the glow of his hair, and the way the light from above rung around his gold locks to mimic a halo of sorts. Of course, it hadn't been now, as the sky had been looming in white. The same white on the ground below them. The same white that covered his skin. Well, Damien supposed, it wasn't as dramatic of a shade, but it was so pale and smooth. He hated only being able to stare, and not touch.
Stare he had been doing indeed, as his eyes were since opened and had been locked straight onto Pip’s the entire time. Blush crept to his already red cheeks, and he snapped his eyes down to Pip’s crimson blazer.
“Damien,” Pip cocked his head to the side, trying to catch the darker boy's eyes again, “Are you alright? Oh dear, you’re even redder!” Pip placed both of his hands on the boy's cheeks, and Damien may as well have died just then.
Pip dropped them to hold one of the arms dropped to Damien’s side, gently tugging him forth. “I must get you to my home, it is much warmer there. We may visit the park another day.”
Damien didn't reply, letting the blonde drag him from in front. As much as he wanted to say he was okay, and that he could head back home himself, the thought of being with Phillip didn't seem so bad. He wanted to look at him for a little longer, anyway.