The weather was changing again. Sure the Typhoon was a tropical paradise, and it would never get as cold there as it did in other places, but Luca wasn't used to the feeling of being without his fire. Usually it burned inside him, heating his blood to unnatural temperatures and burning people that touched him when he wasnt expecting it. Now the only sign of his dormant power was the occasional puff of smoke that he stopped to cough up. Without his internal flame, he was starting to realize just how cold the world was. He hadn't left his home much since that freakout of his, but when he did he spent his time outside huddled in whatever sun he could find (a difficult feat for a creature of the night). He had thought about dragging his blankets around to curl up in them when he needed to, but by that point they were so bloodstained that they'd probably earn him odd looks. Luca liked to boast that any attention was good attention, but that was only as long as people didn't think he was gross. Stupid and annoying he can handle, but the mere thought of people considering him disgusting brought tears to his eyes.

The time to venture outside was nearing once more, though. He was running out of supplies, and he knew he should probably do something about the nasty cough he had picked up from someone. It was one of the gross chesty ones, and it was starting to really tire him out. Still, he didn't want to put any more on Junji's plate. The angel had only just gotten back, after all. A ragged sigh tore itself from his lips and he pulled himself to his paws, finally slinking from his hut and into the pale light of sunrise. Immediately the outside air sunk into his skin and he started to shiver, biting down on his lip. Damn, it was always so much worse than he remembered.

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