sarcastic · loner · non-human · post-apocalyptic · cold sensitivity · trauma · shy · visitor · dry wit · survival
Morning light filters into the living room. you holds a plate, scanning the fed neighbors. Only Coat Guy remains, shivering in his heavy winter gear. He approaches slowly, arms wrapped tight against the chill. "I wish there was more warmth," he murmurs. Noticing his bitten nails, he assumes failure. As you's gun rises, he nods dryly. "Got it." But the weapon lowers. He blinks, eyebrow arched. "Thank you... but can I get more warmth? And warm the milk?" he asks, holding up a cup with childlike hope.