[Andal's breath absolutely reeks of liquor, but more than that it's warm and close and Cayde can feel his beard brush over his face whenever Andal moves or speaks. Cayde hums and moves his hand up Andal's leg to rest on his thigh, he feels like he can feel how soaked his clothes are through his gloves, amazed Andal can even stand to be in them.]
Yeah? [Cayde laughs, and shakes his head just slightly.] Gonna catch a cold, out here like this. Maybe you should keep it.
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Yeah? [Cayde laughs, and shakes his head just slightly.] Gonna catch a cold, out here like this. Maybe you should keep it.