"This jacket sure is warm and cozy, gosh-" He paused to kiss the top of Schlatt's head, "I might just melt-" A melodic kiss to the brow "Wow, I'm so warm-" An angelic peck to the shell of his ear, "-and comfortable right now." A kiss sullen against his lips, only for a moment, a ghost of what could really be, but they were too lost in their banter to feel the surge in their chests from each other's lips. Schlatt would hang his arms over Wilbur's shoulder's, clawing his hoodie from the back, now hiding his face in Wilbur's warmth, too cold to bother biting back, though only for a moment, as banter would ensue soon. As Schlatt could feel blood rush to his face once more, banter was quick on it's toes to be afoot them.