A/N: These are short. Just saying.
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It was one of those rare nights where Miss Pauling didn't need to work late. On those nights, they would casually stroll along a battlefield, taking walks back and forth and talking about work. Tonight, they walked at Coldfront. Scout, of course being the type to not take temperature into account, forgot his gloves, and his sports tape didn't help too much.
"It's freakin' freezing out here," Scout complained, rubbing his hands together to try to warm his palms.
Miss Pauling looked at him. "Do you want to borrow my gloves? They may not fit, but it is at least worth a try."
"Nah," he said. "I wouldn't take your gloves, I don't want your hands to get this cold."
She stopped him, making him look down at her confused. Miss Pauling took his hands and covered them with hers, rubbing them to send a little bit of warmth. Scout blushed slightly and grabbed her hands, now more focused on her than the cold. He told her to wait a second, then he ran to the respawn on the battlefield and got an extra pair of gloves. He came back with them on, and grabbed her hand with his as they walked through the empty map.
