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Fenris woke, warm and oddly content under a very large heap of blankets. He was ~~cuddled~~ squashed up against Fjord's larger bulk. If there wasn't something niggling in his mind for attention, he wouldn't be inclined to move at all. Not that he could, Fjord had one of his arms trapped somehow.

The niggling thought eventually coalesced. Fenris tried to sit up - only to be thwarted and yanked back toward the pillows due to the aforementioned trapped arm and the swaddle of blankets. He blurted a word, "Tickles!" The power was out. The heat to the store would be off. Tickles had been alone there all night, maybe. Fenris wasn't worried. Not about a stupid cat he didn't even like anyway. He just had to go make sure the kittenwillow was safe so Peter wouldn't worry.

Yes. That. Even though Peter lived basically across the street from the store and Fenris was halfway across town. He was just going to.. go make sure. That was all. Not worried. Not at all.

Prodding Fjord, he said, "Fjord, wake up. We have to go out. Well, I have to go out, and I want you to come with me but more to the point, I can't get up because you're laying on my arm."

[Mostly for Fjord and maybe Peter but sort of openish]

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Fenris muttered a thanks and took the phone. He painstakingly punched in the number for Peter's phone and waited, hoping the call would go through.

Trying not to think about the still unmoving bundle in his shirt. He thought it had moved once but it could have just been sliding around while he was tucking in the dogwood.

Too bad he didn't know about text messaging.

Peter was fighting off snow monsters when his phone rang, but he picked it up in a minute when he was done for the time being.

He listened and called back.

"Damn, I thought everything was fine. I'm clear on the other side of the island now - just do what you can, and I'll be there with a warming spell as soon as I can."

Another movement from the corner of his eye as another group of snow monsters showed up. "Got to go. Leave a message again if there's any problems, okay?"

Then he hung up and tried not to drop his phone as he ducked another swing and shot back with a blast of heat.

Fenris looked anxiously at Fjord when his phone beeped and handed it back hastily. He didn't know how to make this phone work.

Fjord took the phone, nodded, fumbled with it for a moment, and then listened to the voicemail once.

Blew out a little breath.

"He's on his way with a warming spell," he relayed. "Sounded like he was neck deep in it out there, but he's on his way."

Of course he was neck deep in it. Peter had said he was a mage, and Peter was .. well.. nice. Of course he was out there helping people. He just nodded at Fjord's comment and exhaled a little in relief.

Fenris eyed the back door. "And now for door number two." He finished wrapping the plants that looked like they had a chance and stalked toward it.

Fjord inclined his head a little as he watched Fenris head that way.

"What's behind door number two?"

"Usually just the trash," Fenris said, because that's all he'd bothered to notice. If there was any sort of HVAC unit or generator out there, he had no idea. "But it's a darker alley and seems a place that these frigid frozen fuckers might lurk."

He almost hoped they were lurking out there. He couldn't take his feelings out on the weather directly, but the representatives of the weather would do nicely.

Tickles still wasn't moving.

"How's the insulation on that coat, friend?"

Because... yeah, going out into the cold while trying to thaw out the cat had Fjord mildly concerned.

Fenris shot him a look. There he went, using logic again. "It's good enough if I'm moving and keeping warm."

He really wanted to go take the anger out on some more snowmen, was the thing.

Fjord raised an eyebrow. And then sighed, rammed his shoulder against an empty piece of wall, and shook the ice he was coated in to the floor.

"Here," he replied, "I'm just as warm without the armor. You want to go stab snowmen, give him here."

He was offering to take a damn cat for you, Fenris. Appreciate that.

The one cat in the world that..probably?.. wouldn't make him sneeze!

Fenris did appreciate it. He couldn't argue that Fjord ran hotter than he did - that was just plain fact. Reaching into his shirt again, he gently removed the tiny, still unmoving body. Couldn't really even look at it as he handed it over. If he didn't look, he could continue to hope. He thought maybe he felt the kittenwillow stir slowly but.. not looking. Not. Looking.

"I want to go stab the hell out of some snowmen, Fjord," he confirmed, "Thank you."

"Go on," Fjord replied, taking... Tickles... and cradling him in his hand a moment, looking at him with a very distinct, 'yes, this is definitely a cat' squint before unbuckling some of his armor with his free hand and holding the little thing close to his chest. "Kick their asses. We'll be in here, keeping warm."

Just... you know. Fjord and Tickles.

The fucking things he did for friends...

Fenris took a moment to absorb the image of Fjord cuddling Tickles against his chest. He didn't smile - for one, he didn't want to get punched in the face and for two, he was still worried - but it was definitely a picture he was filing away in permanent storage.

He nodded once and yanked the door open. The sight of snowmen in the alley did make him smile, but it wasn't a pleasant expression at all. "So. You want to dance, do you?" he growled, "Let me show you some new moves.."

The door shut behind him. It probably didn't block out the yelling, since Fenris was all but bellowing swearword-laden insults at the snowmen and tearing them apart in a fury.

Arms Hotel to Covent Garden Flowers - There and Back Again

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