Relaxing once it becomes clear that Kyle's not going to move away, Kellen's hands sneak around and under the hem of his hoodie in an attempt to warm up. "Hmm...are they magical, wish-granting feral cats? Or mebbe they sing and dance?"
The new positioning is much appreciated and much warmer, with Kyle against his front and the solid, if chilly, wall behind him blocking the wind, leaving only his bare shoulders and upper arms exposed to the elements. It seems to further the cause of dispersing Kellen's tension. Tilting his jaw a bit towards the nuzzling, a quiet laugh resonates in his chest, just short of sound. "Yer nose is cold, like a dog." His fingers are defrosted enough now to crawl aimlessly over Kyle's stomach and move the soft material of his shirt along with them.
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Date: 2013-01-07 01:09 am (UTC)The new positioning is much appreciated and much warmer, with Kyle against his front and the solid, if chilly, wall behind him blocking the wind, leaving only his bare shoulders and upper arms exposed to the elements. It seems to further the cause of dispersing Kellen's tension. Tilting his jaw a bit towards the nuzzling, a quiet laugh resonates in his chest, just short of sound. "Yer nose is cold, like a dog." His fingers are defrosted enough now to crawl aimlessly over Kyle's stomach and move the soft material of his shirt along with them.