grouphugs | [MEME] time to stay warm

[ Guess who hasn't been told about winter jackets?? And guess who hasn't been told about black ice either!??!

Mon-El stumbles and slips his way indoors, shivering wildly, before pounding on Kara's door. ]

Please be home! I really hope you're home.

[ flannel is a good option. it's warm and toasty and an excellent choice when the weather outside is truly frightful. kara hasn't gotten outside once today, and she has no plans to change that.

the noise at the door takes her by surprise — she hadn't ordered any takeout, and alex was in geneva for real this time — but a quick look over reveals mon-el's familiar (if not oddly vibrating) form. ]

Mon-El? [ opening said door explains the vibrations. ] Are you — where's your jacket?!

My ja-- [ Okay, yes, he knows what a jacket is. It's the outer shirt that you wear over your regular shirt. Currently he's just wearing... three regular shirts. ] I don't... have one...?

Can I come in? It is horrifically cold outside.

[ how did they get this far into winter without him owning a jacket? it's a mystery. kara gestures for him to come inside — because he obviously can't just stand outside her doorway shivering himself to death — before turning towards the coat closet. none of her coats will fit him, but surely winn or james have left something behind at some point that would work?

an oversized hoodie, a leftover from some night who knows how long ago, will have to do. kara tosses it towards him with a careful underhand. ]

We have to get you a jacket. Put that on. [ and then, softer, ] Do you want some tea? Hot cocoa? I have coffee too, do you want that instead?

[ He catches the hoodie and pulls it on-- having to turn it around halfway through when his face accidentally goes into the hood part-- and follows Kara to the kitchen area. ]

Hot cocoa has the word hot in it. [ Ergo it is the better option. ]

[ kara blinks at him for a moment, processing. well, he wasn't wrong, per se, so eventually she shrugs, reaching into the fridge for milk to heat. in theory, she could use the stove, and she would if it was just for her. but mon-el is still shivering, and it makes her a little anxious, so kara pours an estimated cup into a mug and squints at it until the heat from her eyes brings rolling bubbles to the surface.

efficiency saves the day. a tin of hot cocoa mix, tugged down from a cabinet nearly out of reach, swirls the now bubbling liquid into dark, fragrant cocoa. she nearly hands it off to him before remembering the most important part. ]

There. [ a cup of cocoa is nothing without a few good marshmallows on top, after all. ] Try that.

[ He knows that Kara heating up drinks with her eyes isn't what would be considered Normal, and he does appreciate that she doesn't feel the need to act Normal around him. Mostly though, he feels freezing cold! So when the mug is placed in his hands, he accepts it eagerly, drinking deep of its warm goodness. ]

Oh, I like it. Is that... is that chocolate? And what are the little white pieces floating on the top?

[ the hot drink is helping, she can tell that much by the way his hands have stopped shaking around the cup, but he still looks a little too cold. the living room might be a better fit — she can burrow him under a mound of blankets there and let the fabric do the trick.

but not until he's done, and there's still some cocoa left in that cup, so kara will have to wait. ]

Marshmallows! Well, they're mini marshmallows, so they're not as soft as the bigger ones, but they're better in cocoa. Did you want another cup?

Mm. They're good, I like them.

[ Another cup would be nice, would warm him up, but not as well as... certain other things he can think of doing. ]

I wouldn't want to drink you out of house and home.

I can always get more milk, Mon-El. [ if he changes his mind, the microwave is always available to him. for now, the cup can be rinsed out in the sink, left to dry on the counter; she encourages him to find a comfortable place on the couch with a lazy wave of her hand. ] You're always welcome to more.

What were you doing outside in the first place anyway?

[ He collapses on the couch and pushes himself back into the pillows. ]

Would you believe I was actually out for you? I'd heard that it's traditional to give gifts at this time of year, so...

[ He gets back up off the couch and goes to the door, where he'd dropped a small paper back, a bit crumpled from how he'd been clutching it in his cold state. He hands it over to Kara with a shivering smile. Inside is a silk chiffon scarf in various shades, predominantly red. ]

I hope you like it. The colors remind me of home, a little.

[ her mouth opens as if to answer — i can believe it, she almost says, but the words don't come out. she's been reminding him that christmas is coming up for the last few weeks like a broken record, and it would be logical to assume that he'd add her to the list of people she'd already drafted for him. giving gifts is a way to show you care, to show people that you're grateful for their company and their presence and their impact on your life; kara had urged him to consider gifts for j'onn and alex and winn.

but small gifts or tokens are one thing. a scarf, silk by the looks of it, is another thing altogether, and kara's mouth closes quietly as she takes the scarf between her fingers.

as she admires it, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and after a long and silent minute, she looks back up to him. ]

It looks like the sky on Krypton during the solstice festivals. [ the thought makes her a little homesick, and swallowing makes her throat a little tight, so it takes an extra second before she can continue. ] I love it. Thank you.

[ whether or not mon-el is prepared for it, kara's going to wrap him in a hug. her arms loop around his shoulders; the embrace is tight, unrestrained. it's the kind of hug that would break her sister or her mother. ]

[MEME] time to stay warm

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