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it's snowing again when seibelle locks up the live house for the night, the street lamps bathing the neighbourhood in soft yellow light. little snowflakes dance in the wind and stick to everything in their way – plants, buildings, and people. they seem to contrast particularly well when stuck to azealia's long hair.
"at this point, i'll become a snowman in no time at all." azealia laughs, trying to get the snow off before her hair gets wet.
"but you'll be my snowman, so that's not so bad, right?" seibelle says, finally done with closing up. in a swift motion, she flicks off the snow crystals that gathered up on her puffy jacket. with snow crunching under her boots, the girl steps closer to azealia, gets up on her tiptoes and plants a warm kiss on her cold cheek, then smiles triumphantly.
without a retort, azealia reaches out, offering her hand for seibelle to hold. this close to each other, seibelle can see the apples of her cheeks turning pink. it's such simple yet sweet and romantic gesture, that it makes butterflies erupt in the pit of seibelle's stomach.
she takes the outstretched hand gently, intertwining their fingers. azealia's hand is cold; it's also significantly bigger than seibelle's and almost engulfs her palm. azealia smiles absentmindedly, rubbing her thumb against seibelle's skin. their eyes meet and they giggle goofily, as if they were high schoolers again, meeting up for a date over winter break.
"come on, it's getting colder. let's find a nice cafe and get some hot chocolate, hm?" azealia half-whispers as she slips their interlocked hands into the large pocket of her coat and starts walking. flustered, seibelle stumbles before matching her pace; her whole focus is still on the barely-there shapes azealia's thumb is tracing on her hand.