AS COLD AS ICE | open, cooler

[PINCHER]

Pincher fucking hated the heat. But he hated it less than the cold so he much rather preferred the sweltering heat of the sun than the icy frost that would bite at his skin when he was stuck in some snowy "wonderland". Currently, he had been running around trying to salvage whatever was lost by the tsunami, a lot of damages had been created and despite not having a heart, his muscles ached and was growing more tired and drained due to the heat that was overtaking his body. He would head into the beach and splash around in the cool crystalline waves but before the canine could allow himself to do that, the blue eyed male caught sight of the towering figure of Lucifer resting as he trekked through the sandy hills. A faint ghost of a smile traced his coffee brown muzzle as he was rather glad that the male had decided to return and wondered if perhaps he should greet him.

Deciding he might as well question how Lucifer was adjusting to the life of the crew, his pathway shifted and he inhaled, preparing to offer a greeting when he noticed the peculiar way the god being was laying. His wings were offering a good amount of shade and Pincher halted in front of the dragon, bloodshot icy blue gaze locking onto the ruby red eye of the male as the captain questioned "Uhh, would it be alright if I chilled under your wing? It's hot as hell." He flashed a faint toothy grin as the obsidian doberman glanced briefly up at the sky that was clear and held the intense sun rays that bathed the tropical island.

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