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cw(s) for readers: fluff!!
“Y’know, it’d be nice to have a friend that’d wait up for me,” Jackie shot a glare at the magician.
“It’d also be nice to have a friend that didn’t take so long to zip up his jacket,” Marvin shot back, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t help but look back at the want-to-be hero and smile, and the other couldn’t help but smile back at him. There was silence shared between them as they walked on. It wasn’t an ‘awkward silence’ per se, but it wasn’t entirely welcomed by either of them. Crunching snow and passing-by cars made it slightly more bearable, however.
After some carefully remembered turns and standing in front of bakery shops window eyeing at all the delicious baked goods, they finally stop at a familiar crosswalk. Jackie had to yank Marvin from his bag so he didn’t go ahead and end up getting hit by a car. He’d never admit it to Jackie’s face, but if it weren’t for him and his close eye, he would have been six feet under a long time ago.
Marvin grunted, a form of ‘thanks, I guess,’ which made Jackie chuckle softly. The magician-to-be glances at the crosswalk timer and goes to press the button, but quickly yanked his hand away once his hand came into contact with the button. Thankfully, he pushed down hard enough so it started working the second time around. He pulled his other hand out and started to rub his hands together, trying so very hard to spark some warmth in his palms. Jackie gave Marvin a look of pity, but he didn’t care. The whole day, Marvin had complained and whined about how he forgot his gloves at home, but he rejected any form of help from his friends (their ‘help’ being offered pairs of gloves and those nifty little hand warmers.) They start to walk across the street after the timer begins and reached the other side. A glove was slapped across the chest, startling Marvin.
“Put it on your left hand, alright?” Jackie huffed. “At least one of them will be covered.”
Marvin nodded and slipped the glove on, the fabric feeling awfully strange with his numb hand. This time, he actually says ‘thank you,’ but Jackie’s reply made his head snap back to look at him.
“No problem, babe.”
word count: 388
note from yours truly: this was just a little thing i wrote for @henrik-von-schneeplestein as a secret santa gift! i promised myself that during 2020 that i would finally, finally post my stories here, and this right here will be the start of it all!
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