Oh the weather outside is frightful...

[boundlesslight.livejournal.com]

☀THE WARM AND TOASTY MEME☀
The situation: It is dreadfully cold. Think 'ice cave where all those slash fics are set'.
The goal: Keep each other warm tonight!

☀ STEP ONE: Comment with your characters. One comment for each character.
☀ STEP TWO: Other people reply to your characters.
☀ STEP THREE: Both participants are aware that they should/must keep nice and warm. To do that, you need to bundle up nice and closely, however grudgingly. No, killing your threadmate and cuddling the body doesn't count.
☀ STEP FOUR: Keep 'em warm! Hot cocoa, hot coffee, hot tea, hot mustard, or other suitably warming beverages will be provided if you cooperate.
☀ STEP FIVE: Lulz ensue!

((Basically just a winter-themed cuddle meme, with evil ideas from Shae and Col. Add some cuddle urges in the air if your characters won't otherwise cooperate but you want them to.))

Comments

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

::Nod. He will be -- he's curling up and bundling in his own section of fur right next to you::

[morphitudinous]

[Twists so that his fur is around Renne's, almost looking like a complicated roll from above. Ah, there's the tea---huh? Tea?]

Did you make this?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee?

::Tea? Sniff. Ear-flick::

[morphitudinous]

Then you didn't?

[Sniffs it carefully. It certainly smells rich and inviting---and a quick scan doesn't reveal any dangers.]

Hmm. I wonder where it came from.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Rrr-enne noh know. But...

::It is a good idea. A minute or so later, he's pulled a mug of hot coffee from memory. Sumatran brew of course but he's not thinking too hard on its significance::

[morphitudinous]

[Billy breathes quietly, taking in the scents and sensations. He's finally starting to feel warm.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::The coffee is how he likes it -- A little cream, sweetened up. He'll take a shot at conversation to try and keep minds off the unpleasant cold.::

Do it be cohld wherrre Bee is frrrom?

[morphitudinous]

[That sounds good to him.]

Not often. I live in a warmer climate, so even our winters rarely see snow. I've never experienced this cold before.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Rrrr-enne did once...But it noh be in Orrrrigin. It be wahrrrm therrre. Was...

::"The Origin", his word for his native land. "Warm" however, might be the understatement of the eon for any Human::

[morphitudinous]

[From what he knew of Renne's people...]

You're used to warmth that I would consider unbearably hot, right?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eey-ess. It be hurrrt to Hew-mahns, it be.

::That's why he has such strict control over his core body temperature, heat recirculation and anytime he simulates his native lands. He really wouldn't want to turn anyone into a pile of ash.::

[morphitudinous]

[Nods and curls his furs closer]

And you survived the cold with cover like this?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

It noh nehverrr get cohld. Th-is be...be prrres-ent frrrom in Rrrrih-Din.

::Chirp. Burrow. These are indeed from his years in Rhy'Din, when he'd gone far up to the north::

[morphitudinous]

I'm thankful you were given the gift.

[With the tea and everything, this isn't so bad.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Do Bee hunt in cohld? Fohrrr to eat?

::He too is getting warmer and this is indeed, not so bad. It could be a whole lot worse::

[morphitudinous]

I suppose I could if I needed to, since I've learned some of the skills here, but on my world most people don't hunt. There are people who hunt en masse, then sell their food to others.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Do Bee eat frrrom hunt?

::Chirp. He's about half through his coffee by now. Usually he downs the stuff in one go but he's enjoying it this time::

[morphitudinous]

Only once...remember when we ate that snake?

[He hadn't liked it too much, but it had been a learning experience]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee, eey-ess. Bee did goo-d.

::Chirp. He's polishing off the coffee now and calling up a steaming mug of cocoa. That's an offer for you, Billy.::

[morphitudinous]

Not that well. I still have a lot to learn.

[Smiles slightly and nods] Cocoa?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Bee, yeu is...Ahrrre. Too harrd on yeu.

::Chirp, nuzzle:: Eey-ess. Fohrrr Bee.

[morphitudinous]

I know, I'm trying to change that. You're helping.

[Smiles and snakes a hand out for the mug.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Bee is good. Rrrenne say wha-t Rrrrenne know.

::He's not far behind you Billy, with a refill on his Sumatra::