A Warm Home

"You look a bit different."

"Took a bath since I got chocolate spilt all over me."

Currently, I am standing by the door connecting the house and the garage while watching Flieben tinker with this weird thing with metal tools.

Not really sure what he's doing, but he's screwing in the screws of the thing to close it.

"God, it's so cold! My hands feel like they're frozen."

While saying so, Flieben clasps his hands and rubs them together.

"How come you're not feeling cold?"

Compared to him wearing two layers of fur coats, I was simply wearing a turtleneck sweater with gloves on. Unbothered and uncaring of the cold.

"Grow up in the cold, you'll find out one day you're unbothered by it."

"So you're basically resistant to it?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"That makes me jealous."

While he tries to warm up his hands while blowing his warm breath on it, I couldn't help but take pity on him.