Nina bumped into Liz her tail curled up and tied back to her shirt. “Sorry” she mumbled looking down weakly

Pyro remained near the back of the little café that he’d stumbled into and slunk lower into his seat. Placing both hands on either side of the drink he ordered, he was thankful for the heat that emitted from within to plague his flesh with a tingling sensation and congratulated himself for finding enough change for a hot chocolate - though kept his expression on the outside both dispassionate and disconnected.
Blowing the strands of his fringe that had slipped out of his beanie out of his eyes, the redhead brought the cup up to his lips and took a long sip from the liquid content. He was thankful for the warm rush that he got as he it slid down his throat - it relaxed him - and found himself hoping that he would warm up, gradually.