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The first couple of days of snow in Hell are too cold to go out, much to many littles dismay- however there are some littles who would rather stay inside…and are unfortunately unable to verbally tell their caregivers such.
Some sinners, because of their biology, were cold blooded. This was the one trait Angel and Vox shared, if you asked them.
However, the caregivers taking care of Angel and the caregiver taking care of Vox were not at all aware of that fact, not in the slightest.
However, while Angel had some fuzz- though most just referred to it as his fur– as an extra layer of protection, Vox didn’t have anything like that.
It didn’t help at all that Vox was also very often non-verbal when he regressed so young…
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Vox had definitely given Velvette a fuss when she was trying to bundle him up. He was regressed fairly young- not quite infant but not far off, either.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” Velvette says exasperatedly, only now managing to get a pair of snowpants over Vox’s sweater and jeans- not anything even close to what he would wear when big.
Vox’s lower lip trembles, his eyes big as he clings onto Velvette, now preventing her from putting a winter coat on him.
Velvette lets out a soft sigh, putting his coat to the side and freeing one of her hands so she can rub his back gently. “I’m not mad at you, I promise. But we’re going to go outside. And Valentino will have my behind if you freeze,”
The tailend of that sentence brings a small giggle out of the little.
Velvette smiles reassuringly, picking his coat up again. “Now will you let me put this on you?”
Vox gives her a very skeptical look, side-eyeing the coat for a few moments, before releasing a defeated sigh, letting Velvette get his arms into the sleeves of the coat.
Velvette squeezes his hand reassuringly in encouragement, and then it’s a bit more of a struggle, but they do manage to get it done eventually.
Meanwhile, at the Hazbin Hotel, Angel puts up less of a fuss about getting dressed, however is more hesitant about the idea of actually going outside into the snow. Angel is regressed a bit older than Vox, though still around toddler age, and although he isn’t exactly non-verbal, Angel usually chooses to be quiet when regressed more often than not.
Of course, Angel and Vox aren’t the only regressors going out to play together- Husk is also regressed, though he’s a much younger infant age at the moment, so he’s likely not going to be actively playing with them, rather than just sticking by Alastor or Charlie.
Alastor already has Husk all bundled up and purring like a motor by the time Angel is half-way ready, but Alastor can be patient, at least for a little one.
It’s not like Angel is purposefully being defiant- he’s just…very easily distractible when regressed, and no one can really blame him for it.
He keeps getting distracted and trying to walk away from Charlie while she puts a mitten on one of his hands or tries to slip his arms through coat sleeves, so it takes a lot longer than it really has to.
“Angel, sweetheart, Husk doesn’t need you to come see him for the eighth time. He’s alright. You can see him all you want once you’re all bundled up,” Charlie murmurs, gentle but firm.
Angel seems to finally realize she’s being serious, finally staying still, just long enough for Charlie to finish putting on his coat and zip it up.
“There you go! All done!” Charlie croons.
“All d’ne,” Angel repeats softly.
Charlie smiles fondly at the soft repetition. “You’re so precious, bud.”
Angel beams, one of his thumbs finding his way to his mouth.
“Ah, no, baby. Don’t do that, germs.” Charlie says gently, giving Angel a pacifier to replace the thumb.
Angel gives her a look, but willingly takes her hand as he guides him outside, Alastor following shortly behind with Husk in his arms.
Velvette meets up with them with Vox in her arms at their previously agreed upon meeting space. She had started with Vox walking behind her, but Vox had started to fuss, so she decided to pick him up.
Angel immediately excitedly squeals at his friend once he sees them- they absolutely do not get along while big, but while little you can hardly separate the two.
Husk is usually the same to them, but when Husk is regressed so young it’s a bit harder for him to follow along in their sheingains.
Velvette sets Vox down onto the snow, and Angel immediately rushes over to him, nearly tackling the shorter sinner in an attempt to give him a big hug.
Meanwhile, Alastor is making an attempt to assure Husk that snow is not the enemy, as Husk had hissed, puffed up, and clung to Alastor at Alastor’s first attempt of setting him down.
Vox is not impressed at all by the cold or the snow, and Angel doesn’t seem to mind it for now. Husk, on the other hand, seems to be trying to fight the snowflakes slowly falling down.
Alastor looks at the little in his arms with a fond yet exasperated look, shaking his head with amusement “I do not believe your fury is mutual, darling.” Alastor murmurs.
Husk lets out another hiss as a snowflake falls onto his nose.
It takes a little while longer for Vox and Angel’s coldbloodedness begins to act up.
It kicks in for Vox first, the little beginning to grow fussy and drag his feet behind him. Velvette assumed he was just growing tired or cranky, and let him be so he could hopefully tire himself out.
Angel takes a little longer. Angel begins to let out big yawns, rub his eyes, and his eyes begin to droop.
That’s when they begin to realize something might be amidst, and Velvette picks up Vox and immediately realizes he’s cold all over- and sure, if someone’s been out in the cold for a little while, you can expect them to have a lower temperature, but not this low.
Vox is also the first to try and go into hibernation mode once they get them inside, and Velvette is not having that at all.
She scoops Vox up, gets him out of his wet, cold clothes and into warm dry ones, and then wraps him in a blanket and holds him close.
Charlie follows a similar procedure, though not as frantically, as Angel seems merely sleepy rather than dead tired like Vox seemed.
Husk, however, being warm-blooded, begins to grow sleepy himself anyway from the outing, due to being an infant regressor who tired out easily.
None of them truly know what to do- most of them are warm-blooded.
Vox fusses angrily at Velvette as she has him in her arms, upset with her for bringing him into the cold, as if she should’ve known any better.
“Aw…Are you mad at me, bud?” Velvette asks gently, also trying to get some warmth back into Vox’s hands.
Vox seems to be very upset with everyone who thought it was a good idea to bring him out into the cold- while Angel just seemed sleepy and a little curious on why Charlie had contained him in a blanket seemingly out of nowhere, at least to Angel.
Velvette gently kisses Vox’s forehead in apology. “No hibernating on me, baby.” She teases gently.