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"Willow!" Player exclaimed, grabbing Willow by the arm. Willow looked at them, raising an eyebrow.
"Player!" she answered, mocking the tone of voice they had said her name in. They scowled in return.
"Do you know where I left my jacket?" asked Player.
"Uh, no. Not off the top of my head, why?"
"Ugh, I think I lost it."
"No biggie - here. You can have mine."
"What? No! It's snowing outside! You'll catch a cold." Player cried. They watched as Willow began pulling off her own leather jacket. When it was fully off of her body, she held it up for them to take.
"Willow, no. Put it back on."
"No, take it."
"No, put it back on."
"No, take it."
"No-"
"Player." Willow said, raising her voice slightly. "Take it."
"But you'll go cold..."
"I'm a wolf. I have fur, remember? I'll be fine."
"Promise me?" they questioned.
"Promise."