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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein was cold.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 348
Total word count: 14,471
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein's breath misted as he breathed out, and as wrapped up as he was, he could still feel the cold. Even jogging wasn't quite enough to stay it away, especially when all his layers hindered his movement, and the pavement was slick with ice, making it harder to keep his balance.
He'd told Muzaka to go and enjoy the snow, since he was sure he only had to answer a few more emails. But then one emergency happened and he had to sort that out, and an email he had to reply to popped up, and it continued like that until he received a text from Muzaka three hours later.
He exhaled, seeing the lights on at home. He was late, but he would be there soon.
"I'm home," he called out, grimacing at how stiff his hands were as he tried to tug his gloves off. For all his enhancements, he couldn't do much about the cold.
"Welcome back," was the reply, and Frankenstein smiled at hearing Muzaka's voice.
When Muzaka stepped into the entrance, he was only wearing a top and trousers. Of course.
"Thank you for turning on the heating," Frankenstein said, since Muzaka didn't need it.
"I thought you might want it, heh," Muzaka said, wrapping his hand around Frankenstein's hand, his other pulling off Frankenstein's other glove.
Frankenstein hissed, Muzaka's skin almost burning compared to his own, but he held on as Muzaka undid his jacket.
He hummed when Muzaka kissed him.
"Is this another way to warm me up...?" Frankenstein smiled as Muzaka peeled him out of his jacket
"It's working, isn't it?" Muzaka murmured, moving to kiss his neck, drawing him into a hug.
"Mmmn, yes." He hugged Muzaka, leeching Muzaka's heat as much as he could. "And what else will we be doing to warm myself up?"
Muzaka chuckled by his ear, kissing him again. "Later. For now, you can warm up with dinner."
Ah, he hadn't even noticed the smell permeating through the house. "All right." He could do with a meal after the day he'd had.
Summary: Frankenstein was cold.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 348
Total word count: 14,471
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein's breath misted as he breathed out, and as wrapped up as he was, he could still feel the cold. Even jogging wasn't quite enough to stay it away, especially when all his layers hindered his movement, and the pavement was slick with ice, making it harder to keep his balance.
He'd told Muzaka to go and enjoy the snow, since he was sure he only had to answer a few more emails. But then one emergency happened and he had to sort that out, and an email he had to reply to popped up, and it continued like that until he received a text from Muzaka three hours later.
He exhaled, seeing the lights on at home. He was late, but he would be there soon.
"I'm home," he called out, grimacing at how stiff his hands were as he tried to tug his gloves off. For all his enhancements, he couldn't do much about the cold.
"Welcome back," was the reply, and Frankenstein smiled at hearing Muzaka's voice.
When Muzaka stepped into the entrance, he was only wearing a top and trousers. Of course.
"Thank you for turning on the heating," Frankenstein said, since Muzaka didn't need it.
"I thought you might want it, heh," Muzaka said, wrapping his hand around Frankenstein's hand, his other pulling off Frankenstein's other glove.
Frankenstein hissed, Muzaka's skin almost burning compared to his own, but he held on as Muzaka undid his jacket.
He hummed when Muzaka kissed him.
"Is this another way to warm me up...?" Frankenstein smiled as Muzaka peeled him out of his jacket
"It's working, isn't it?" Muzaka murmured, moving to kiss his neck, drawing him into a hug.
"Mmmn, yes." He hugged Muzaka, leeching Muzaka's heat as much as he could. "And what else will we be doing to warm myself up?"
Muzaka chuckled by his ear, kissing him again. "Later. For now, you can warm up with dinner."
Ah, he hadn't even noticed the smell permeating through the house. "All right." He could do with a meal after the day he'd had.