Francis had started to love the cold. He liked to go out in the snow, and occasionally make snow men with Matthew and Alfred. Of course, when they did so, Arthur would stay inside. He could really be a kill joy sometimes. But, when Francis wasn't outside with the boys, he was either cooking or sitting in front of the fireplace. He would wrap a blanket around himself as well, to add to the heat. It made sure that the cold that would later surround him would be a bit more comfortable.
It was a particularly cold night, extremely uncomfortable as well, as the heater was malfunctioning. Alfred had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in a few blankets. Two of them thin, the top being the comforter from his bed. Matthew had retreated to his and Alfred's bedroom, and was fast asleep, clutching Kumajirou under the sheets.
However, Francis and Arthur were awake. Well, barely. Francis was hunched over, wrapped in his usual pale green blanket, a few feet away from the fire place. He w