a corner of her mouth was tugged upwards , smile starting to spread across her lips at the gesture that was so… kind.   piotr   was  too kind   for  a  borderline trashbag  like  herself.  she’d  done  so  many  bad  &  questionable  things  in  her  life   &   here she was  ,  being offered a jacket off of one of the most gentle humans to walk the earth. sometimes her luck worked in very  peculiar  ways.  ❛  —-   pete  !   yanno you don’t have to do that  ,    i   was the idiot who  forgot  her jacket  ,  you don’t have’ta give up yours.  ❜   she was  banking  on an umbrella falling into her hands of finding a raincoat on the floor.  

❛   b-b-but it is kinda cold .  ❜   her teeth chattered together , molar against molar &  canine against canine .  the wind must have picked up — just her luck !   ❛   i mean are you sure you don’t want it ?     honestly i think we could probably both fit in it  !   ❜