eyes closed n arms crossed over her chest. “hmph!”

more huffing and puffing . “je n'aime pas etre seul avec non copains!”

/ sorry for any late replies ! clocked in 20 smth hours this weekend 😅 same goes for my wattson account

her anger flushed cheeks dimmed. “my apologies, mon chère.”

“what are you drinking?” curious head tilt .

“can i try?” holds out her hands.

she took a small drink and hummed, before handing it back. “merci.”

slides into the nearest seat and fidgets quietly. “ … “

🤗

places her hand on his with a smile. “ everything okay mon ami? “

small, cold fingers cusp his face. “ what’s wrong !! “

moving closer, their legs are touching now. a genuine look of concern on her face. “ hmm? “

feeling his shivers, her hands retreated. “ are you cold, chérie ? i have heated blankets back in my room ? “

she stood up and gently grabbed his hand, leading him to her room. “ i get cold easily too. “

“ ça va, peter? you seem on edge. “ walking into the room, she handed him an electric nessie blanket.

hopping onto her bed, she grabbed the closest plush. “ body heat from another person helps you warm faster! ”