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Up for grabs?

See a spritely leopard, dressed in sweats and a much too large sweater, make use of Asher's spare sofa space. And the cat is smiling.

"There's snow outside."

Even living in Missouri his whole life, a good portion of it half-naked on the streets, Nathaniel still does love the snow and cold.

Asher laughs at bouncy, smiley Nathaniel. Something he'll never get bored of.

"So I have heard." He eyes Nathaniel's wardrobe, looking at the socks in suspicion. He still doesn't trust that the ridiculously fuzzy, blue and white striped monstrosities, aren't some kind of strange creature. (well, it is Milliways...).

"Perhaps if you put some shoes on, we could go out and enjoy it," he suggests, leaning in to kiss Nathaniel softly, still smiling.

Nathaniel grins as they kiss, purring softly.

"You just don't like my socks. They're toasty. You'll appreciate the warmth of my feet when I crawl in bed with you at dawn."

But the prospect of going out into the snow with Asher is too much of a temptation. He gives Asher a quick peck, goes to Bar, and returns with a pair of snow boots he yanks on over the fuzzy socks.

"You're exceptionally pretty in the snow," he idly says as he makes sure his feet will be dry and warm.

Asher runs his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, idly, pulling back from the kiss reluctantly.

"You're a wereleopard, cher, cold feet is something that never seems to be a problem," Asher points out, a little relieved that the Socks are disappearing underneath a pair of boots.

"I am exceptionally pretty all the time," he points out playfully, twining his fingers with Nathaniel's and tugging him up from the couch.

Nathaniel laughs, hugging Asher once they're off the sofa.

"I would say I've seen you when you wake up and, therefore, know you are not exceptionally pretty all the time... but we'd both know that was a lie."

Asher laughs, the sound chiming like bells, light and musical as he walks across the bar, one arm around Nathaniel's shoulders.

"I have you to compete with, mon chat," he murmurs, "I can't let myself slip when I wake up next to perfection." He kisses the top of Nathaniel's head.

That laugh just seems to dance along his flesh, and Nathaniel blushes slightly.

"You're full of shit, but I love you, so it's all right."

He opens the door and steps through, grinning at the white landscape. It's beautiful, and nothing like the city during the winter. The city seems dingy even with a layer of white atop it. This is just... lovely.

Asher hasn't been outside in the snow yet...and it shows. He beams from ear to ear, taking a few steps out of the door, listening to the snow crunch and squeak under his feet.

"I haven't seen snow like this since I was a young man," he murmurs distantly. As a vampire he'd lived in towns, cities, only seeing snow when he was trudging through it to his home at dusk or dawn.

Nathaniel simply beams, his smile is so wide.

"It never looks like this in the city," he murmurs. "It's so... white... and quiet."

He looks up at Asher.

"You remember snow from when you were human?"

Nathaniel still grabs at every opportunity he can to learn the little nuggets of Asher's past he can.

"I..." Asher blinks, surprised. "Yes." A memory he hadn't even known he had.

"I remember walking to midnight mass on Christmas Eve," he murmurs, keeping his arm around Nathaniel's shoulder, looking out towards the trees. "My father lifted me up onto his shoulders because the snow came up to my knees and I could barely walk..."

Nathaniel actually holds his breath, afraid of distracting Asher. The image of Asher as a small child who could hardly walk through the snow it was so deep is foreign to him, but it makes him smile.

"He fell over twice," Asher continues, "because I kept leaning over, trying to touch the snow." He smiles softly, bowing his head as they walk, slowly, footprints side by side in the snow.

Leaning against Asher, their fingers entwined, he asks, "Do you remember your parents' names?"