"It's exceedingly cold here..." muttered a silver-headed figure. He stood before a storefront, shoulders hunched with his arms folded closely together as he peered inside through the window. He let out a sigh of frustration and felt it time to call it a night before noticing the glass fog over. "Hmm..." he mused aloud.
"Really, Theo, you've taken to complaining often," his companion sighed. "Why don't you just invest in a jacket?"
"A jacket?" Theodore inquired absently, focusing most of his concentration on the fogged glass in front of him. He extended his finger and touched it to the glass. He drew in a circle and inside the circle two lines and a curve. "Ah," he smiled, reflecting the face he had just drawn. "Perhaps I should have made a request for a jacket?"
"I'm afraid it's a little late for that now."
"I suppose..." he shrugged, frowning then as he took a closer look through the two lines. "Elizabeth ," he murmured.
"Hm? What is it?"
"Look..." he started, rubbing out the fog on t