Berdly and Anon visit a snowy park [12/19/19]

"I-it's so f-fucking cold."

The bird teen scoffed, adjusting his glasses on his face. "Language."

Anon only rolled his eyes, as he trudged through what felt like an ocean of freshly-fallen snow. He was dressed like an eskimo, clad from head to toe in layers upon layers of cotton and wool, but still felt about ready to keel over from hypothermia. Meanwhile, Berdly was dressed like he always is - white collared shirt buttoned-up to his neck, khaki pants, nothing else. Not even a jacket. Anon glared at him in envy.

"B-Berdly... how are you n-not freezing your a-a-ass off?"

Berdly gave a smug smile and a little chortle. "I have approximately 45,000 feathers making up my plumage, Anon." He lifted a wing, showing off - the little shit! "I am nice and toasty, thank you very much."

"O-oh, t-that's it."

With that, Anon turned in the snow and began stomping towards Berdly. The avian boy froze in his tracks, eyes widening. "A-Anon? What are you-"

Anon lifted his arms and gave Berdly a massive hug.

"Ahhh. MUCH better," Anon sighed, wrapping his arms around the bird's slender figure. "You were right, birdbrain. You really are nice and toasty."

Berdly sputtered, his face reddening. "I-I am NOT your p-personal space heater!"

"If you don't like it, you're free to push me away whenever," Anon retorted.

Berdly looked down at the ground, blushing harder. "M-maybe just a few more minutes..."