Out of the two of us getting cold, it shouldn't be ๐ฎ๐ฆ you're worried about.
[ They gesture to their layers. If anything, Shiv should be worried about them overheating. They don't say much after that, but they do take the chance to shoot a glance at Shiv's back. ]
M'always cold, tadpole. You know that.
[ Despite his words, he digs through a pile of clothes to find a shirt. Not as fancy as the one he usually wears โ it's only a normal buttonโup, albeit slightly silky to the touch โ but, it works. ]
Don't worry 'bout me.
[ They grow stiff at the hand that circles their spine โ nearly choking down on the smoke that stayed trapped in their throat. Though Pocket did nothing to fight Shiv's hold on him, no, they followed him inside without any bite at all. ]
Would've given you my jacket if โ
[ Upon deciding that Pocket was not* going to choke, he takes the chance to turn. His door is a quarter of the way open, with a shoe wedged between the gap to keep it from locking. He kicks it out of the way as he guides them inside. ]
[ Pocket waved their hand, mainly to rid of the cloud of smoke that surrounded them. The inside of their throat burned, but it went ignored while passing the cigarette back over. ]
[ They huff out a quiet laugh, before sucking at the filter of Shiv's cigarette. Smoke is puffed out with a series of coughs โ definitely not the graceful blow they wanted. It was obvious this was a rare indulgence. ]
I'm just teasing, no need to defend yourself.
+ the copious amount of alcohol he buys. Or, the expensive materials needed to maintain his blades, or his bike.
...Yeah. Money's tight, but not that* tight. ]
Cut me some slack. S'hard with this ol' thing.
[ He gestures to his prosthetic. ]
Not often.
[ Pocket glanced down at Shiv's hand. They've never noticed his painted nails, as shocking as that may seem. Despite their words, they pluck the poorly rolled cigarette out of his hand and rest it against his bottom lip. ]
Might as well buy them in a pack โ
โYou smoke?
[ And fill in the gaps he does. Shiv glances over once Pocket settles, extending the cigarette. Messily-rolled, with bits of tobacco peeking out from loosened rolling-paper. If Pocket looked close enough, they could even see the tobacco hidden beneath his nails, +