When Things Changed

“What are you doing outside in the cold, got a death wish?” Asterix called out, grinning as Thatcher for a moment tensed up but calmed right back down seeing it was the younger but just as fight feral. Their antics of taunting each other and fighting later had become normal, regardless of who was around at the time. That didn’t mean they didn’t desire softer moments though, Asterix leaned into that warmth of the other and hugged the bundled up male as he did the same I. Their greeting. They were both young and just full of energy, but also cared for one another even if they had only spent a few years together. Both seeked friendships, and found it one another even if their start was unconventional to some.

“Like you’re one to talk, out here in that rather thin jacket. How are you not freezing?”

“Without shoes too, but we are both equal in that regard.” Wiggling his brightly colored toes, his claws extended for a moment to dig into the concrete, and then went back to their relaxed state as Asterix stopped flexing them.

Both of them sat, despite being watched from the gate by a small group of eyes they both were used to it now. Asterix knew he was always being watched by his father after all that happened, and Thatcher’s little group of gremlins had a habit of just lingering and staring at Thatcher until he walked over to them and paid them mind. Today though, neither of those things mattered as they leaned their heads on one another and caught each other on the last couple days. Sadly they couldn’t see each other every day, sometimes things just got in between them in that aspect, but that didn’t affect their relationship any as they just spent that extra long time together to make sure they got their fill of fluff.

Feeling Thatcher’s cold hand near his, Asterix gently held the darker colored hand as Thatcher was telling him about how one of the maids accidentally tinted his white clothes to pink by washing them with the reds. It was a pain and he was so upset, but it was behind him now that the clothes were replaced and the maid reprimanded. A not so small mistake that was only so bad as it was his least favorite color that his clothes were stained.

"I don't imagine she did it on purpose, you shouldn't be so harsh with mistakes if it was such an easy fix. A warning would have been more appropriate if it was her first offense." Asterix told him softly, snuggling into that perfect curve of Thatcher's neck.

"Easy for you to say." Not that the darker skinned male didn't lean on Aster as well, enjoying the warmth of the company while he ranted about small annoyances in life. It was the small pleasures he enjoyed, and sitting with a friend and indulging in whatever feelings came with it was one of them.