Chastity wasn't exactly sure how she felt about Patience's suggestion. Curling up in a blanket and sipping hot chocolate wasn't really her thing. But if it was for Patience, she'd give it a try.
Dressed in her usual jeans, black shirt, and boots, Chas grabbed her favorite leather jacket and slug it on as she headed across the grounds to the small house where Patience lived. Catching sight of her sister on the swing, she gave a faint smile and said, "Hey." Okay, so she wasn't really a girl of many words at the moment. But she was trying?
Hugging her jacket close, she lowered herself onto the swing next to her twin and glanced out over the grounds. "I kind of love the fog," she said absentmindedly, watching it roll over the grounds. "Not just because it's good cover. Just the way it moves, all slowly creeping and rolling forward." She wasn't sure if that made sense. Being around Patience somehow always made her say weird things like that. Mostly because she thought her twin would understand.