Love Run

"Your cheeks are flushed." Carman may not have known everything in Yetta's life, but she wasn't dumb. She came up to stand beside Yetta, who was leaning on the edge rail for the Tower's roof. "Bright purple. You're practically glowing."

Yetta giggled a little, looking over. She shrugged. "Just had a good day," she explained.

"Good day, or a *good* day?" Carman nudged her shoulder.

"Gross." 

"It's a fair question." The warlock hummed, turning to face the city below them. "Tell me it was on a date, at least."

"It wasn't. Just a spur of the moment sort of thing." Yetta shrugged. "In the rain."

"Eh, romantic enough I guess. At least you didn't ignore each other for six years."

Yetta looked at Carman strangely. "Strangely specific number," she observed. "Rocky start with Elsie?"

"You have no idea." Carman. The hunter nodded. 

"Fair, fair." She hopped onto the railing, sitting down. Her legs dangled dangerously, feet pointed at the ground several hundred feet below. She sighed softly, pulling her coat around her, tighter. The first snow of the year drifted down from the sky, and Yetta's eyes narrowed. "Fuck the cold," she said, bitterly.

"Fuck the cold." Carman agreed. "Are you celebrating the Dawning this year?" Yetta hadn't last year, the shock from her first journey to that time line still wearing her down enough she didn't accept anything from the warlock, suspecting a trick. Suspecting poison. That year had stung. Yetta hadn't looked at Carman with so much fear before then. There were still times, bad nights or bad days, that she looked at her mentor with terror just under that easy smile. 

"Not, like, not normally." She shrugged. "We're discussing holding a Dawning party, but so far it's just a discussion. He's been busy with vanguard stuff, and I've been helping him."

Carman nodded, quietly. "The festivities will start soon," she pointed out. "Don't worry about a party this year," she then advised. "Just spend it with him. Spend some time together. Bake some cookies, watch some movies. Just relax with him." She nodded, to herself. Yetta nodded with her, chewing on her words. 

. . .

Yetta groaned, flopping over to attempt to snuggle up to Crow. His side of the bed was empty, and she whined softly. She already missed his warmth. With a disgusted snort, she dragged herself out of bed, tossing on a robe for extra warmth, and opened the door to the hallway.

The ears on her bunny slippers flopped around as she padded into the kitchen, finishing the knot on her robe. It was freezing this morning, and she stopped in her tracks, turning towards the temperature controls. She bumped the buttons to turn the heater on, pressing a few times before realizing that the screen wasn't even turning on. "Fuckin'-…"

"Heater broke last night," Crow explained. He stepped into the hallway. "Just called, they're sending somebody to fix it." Yetta shuffled over to Crow, wrapping her arms around him as she snuggled deeper into his chest.

"Warm…" she hummed. "Need warm."

"I know baby, I know." He smiled softly, kissing her softly. "Basement won't be much warmer, neither will the attic." He hugged her back, rocking gently. "Do you want to visit Saint and Osiris? You and Osiris can discuss your vex thingy, we can all stay warm?"

"Do they even want company?" she mumbled. She wasn't trying to find an excuse not to visit them, per se. She was looking for a reason not to step outside. If the heater started working, that'd be even better. She shot venomous looks at the panel.

"We are always welcome there, you know that." He hummed happily. "Tell you what, I will bring *so* many blankets and wrap you up in them while we go over. Ok? Make you a giant blanket cocoon."

"Toss a couple of your hoodies into the bundle, and we have a deal," she mumbled.

"You get *one*, but I'm getting it back when we get home," he tried.

"Try again."

"When the heater works?" She hummed happily in response. 

"Deal."

. . .

Osiris was the one opening the door this time, raising an eyebrow at the pile of blankets beside Crow. Golden eyes peered out of a crack near the top, mumbling softly.

"She's going to overheat in here, like that," the former warlock warned. "How many- is that your hoodie??"

"She's very persuasive," Crow laughed. "Can we come in?" Osiris stepped to the side, welcoming them in. Yetta let Crow go in first, then slowly shuffled in after him.

"Mmmmmmffff!" came out of the pile, as Yetta peeled herself out of it, falling on her face. She lay on the floor for a second, enjoying the warm carpet.

"Hun? You good there?" Crow chuckled, picking her up. "Come on, get off the floor." Osiris chuckled warmly behind them, pulling the sides of his cardigan closer around himself.

"Saint! They're here!" he called out. The titan stuck his head around the corner, waving wildly.

"Come in, come in! I just finished the hot coco! You are cold, yes?" Saint vanished back into the kitchen. "Then come inside! Be warm!" He then poked his head back around. If exos could raise their eyebrows, he would have. "Crow? She is wearing your hoodie?"

"She weaseled it out of me," he sighed. "Very persuasive."

"Ah, like Osiris begs me for mine," he related.

"Well, it's not like you need them as much." Osiris walked into the kitchen. "You barely feel the cold."

"Where's my hoodie with the pigeons, hm? Lost to your side of the closet." Saint tsked. "You just like swimming in much larger coats." He looked back to the two hunters, miming a butterfly stroke. "Better get an emergency stock, Crow."

"I'll return them," Yetta whined. "When they no longer smell like him." Crow pointed at her, as if that explained everything.

"I'm missing my black hoodie," he complained.

"All of them are black, which one?"