"I-Is that my jacket..?"
"Yeah, how fucking tall are you!?"
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Ahaha, yes..the hell of winter! Layers, hot cocoa and snow!
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Rich was sprawled across his couch wrapped in about 3 blankets, yet it was still freezing. He might still be cold, but it's nothing like some cuddling can't do! Rich picks up his phone, trying to minimize the amount of skin escaping the warmth of the blanket. He had Michael on speed dial (handy ain't it?) and he quickly called him. Michael picked up almost immediately.
"Hello my short-stack?~" he cooed. Rich just rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Mikey come over..." he groaned, turning over. "I want cuddles and I'm cold." Michael just giggled. "Alright alright, but I want hot cocoa." "Yeah okay. See you in 10?" "Yep."
Exactly 10 minutes later, Michael shows up at Rich's door. Rich dragged his blankets over, so when he opened the door Rich looked like a turtle popping out of its shell. "You look sexy." Michael snorts, as Rich rolls his eyes again. Rich just grabs Michael's wrist and starts pulling him to the couch. "Where's your hoodie?" Rich asked, scanning his torso for his red hoodie. "It's too cold, I changed it for something warmer. I brought it anyways." He motions to the duffel bag that most likely contained video games and blankets, along with his sweater.
For the rest of the day, the two played games (which consisted with Mario Kart and Apocalypse of the Damned) and cuddled, and also had a pillow fight (Rich won.). During another intense game of Mario Kart, Michael pauses for a second. "Give me a second, I have to go to the bathroom." He said as Rich nods and scoots of his lap. The second Michael left, Rich attacked his duffel bag.
Only 2 minutes later Rich groans. "Jesus fuck why is this so big..." he looks down at himself at the long sleeves, and the hoodie which almost reached his knees. Michael comes back to see the most adorable sight of Rich in his huge hoodie. "Holy shit is that my jacket?" Michael resists giggles as he stumbles forward. "Yeah it is, how fucking tall are you!?" Rich yelled, flailing the sleeves around. Michael just bursts into laughter, collapsing onto the couch. Rich pouts and lies down across the couch. "Don't worry you look cute~" he wraps his arms around Rich. "I better fucking be adorable."
