been a while

you're pretty warm

Marco had one of the scouts coats on, walking along the frozen dirt. He let out a shivered breath as he felt a breeze climb up his spine. His shoulders raised and his arms crossed, making sure to cover his hands in the jackets sleeves. Marco let out a breath, watching the air freeze right in front of his eyes. It wasn't quite cold. But it was chilly enough to make Marco wanna curl up and start a fire. Jean's meant to meet him near the stables. Or so he was told. But Jean doesn't seem like the type to prank like this, Hange either. The boy let out a shivered and annoyed groan, narrowing his eyes as he continued to walk.

Making his way to the stables, it was hard to see through the dark but Marco could see a figure leaning against the wall. He prayed to god it was Jean. If it wasn't this would be the most embarrassing lonely trip in the dark. He had no reason to be out here if Jean wasn't here too. The fear of having to explain the embarrassment of being stood up creeped up before the figure turned to him and spoke. 

"Marco!" 

Marco's chest welled up with joy. It was Jean, and hell was he ever happy it was. He smiled wide, running over to Jean with a soft giggle under his breath. "Jean!" By the time Jean could fully turn to face him and hold out his arms Marco jumped into them, hugging his friend tightly. "Woah calm yourself!" Jean laughed but Marco refused to answer, instead enjoying the warmth of the others chest against his cheek. "Hey! Come on!" Jean sighed and pulled off his jacket, giving up on trying to get him off. Not that he ever wanted to try. "Here you weirdo-" he threw it over Marcos shoulders. His jacket was thick and had a soft fur on the inside to keep him warm. Marco looked over at it then back at his friend. "But wont you-" "I have a spare in the stalls." Marco smiled at his comment, finally pulling away from Jean to look him in the eyes. 

"So what's the plan?" Jean hummed at his question, walking into the stalls with a bit of a hop in his step. Marco just watched, amazed at his friend's body and confidence. He didn't bother to follow, assuming he was only leaving to grab his jacket. Jean shouted from inside the stalls, his voice a little excited as if he had something amazing planned. "Just a walk! Maybe to a store in town or something! Dunno." "I don't like the sound of that Kirstein." Jeans head poked out from the stalls doors, a new fluffy hood resting on his shoulders. "Awe come on!" He ran over, pushing a small bit of hair that fell in front of Marcos face to the back with the rest. "Please Marco?" Marco sighed. He couldn't help it. He couldn't help but go. The puppy dog eyes Jean gave him were too much. He gave in so quickly. Too quickly. Marcos shoulders raised, the fluffy hood of his jacket pushing up against his cheeks, making him look adorably innocent. "Fine fine. Just don't lead me to some shead to murder me okay?" Jean smiled wide, happy as hell to hear Marcos answer. "Promise!"

Jean quickly ran off, expecting Marco to follow behind. "Hey!" And as expected he followed like a little puppy. Running after his friend with a smile. He was so fucking happy right now. To be able to put down all his stress lately and be with his best friend. It was the best feeling ever. Once he finally caught up with him, Marco grabbed onto Jean's coat to slow him to a stop. Jean only laughed, turning to look up at him. "What?" "Slow down!" Jean laughed with a joy that made Marco well up with happiness. "But why?!" Marco crossed his arms, the huff leaving him being assertive and proud. "Cause I can't catch up you goof!" "Oh you're fine!" Jean grabbed Marcos hand and continued to walk with him. The freckled boy reached up to pull his shirt over his face to keep himself warm and hide the redness that formed along his face. "I still wanna know where we're going!" Marco had to lean forwards so he didn't fall as Jean pulled him along. It was hard to see much this late at night but that was okay. As long as Jean led him to their destination, he could be blind for all he cared. Jean was like a blind dog leading their owner through a red light. Though a little faster then any service dog should be. "You don't need to though!" Jean's reply practically warmed Marco up from the cold as his face heated up. "Fine!"