That's exactly what he does ! Tossing wood into a pile , and soon it just becomes anything flammable he can find.

When the fire is lit , He scooped the other up and sat down. Holding him close in an attempt to use his own warmth to warn him.

" There! Cicero is also QUITE good at setting fires. "

Grabbing a blanket to bundle him up .

" Cicero can set a fire ! "

" Cicero will find something . "

Fretting for a moment . Glancing around to see if he has any blankets .

GRABBING him by the shoulders .

" Fear NOT , best friend ! Cicero will help you get warm ! "

Taking them and patting them with his own .

" Can't you warm up at all ? "

" Perhaps we can bundle you up. "

Poking him .

" You ARE cold , oh dear . "

Sitting upright quickly , lirepipes flipping back .

" Cicero should get you your OWN rat !! "

He doesn't seem to pick up on this .

" Yes ! Cicero has one of those ones of the black face and feet and the white body ? Adorable ! "

" Oh, doing well ! I keep her coffin clean and dusted . Cicero is QUITE good at it . "

Raising his chin haughtily .

" I have a pet rat ! Cicero has not named them, but they are loved . "

Big toothy grin .

Setting his chin on the top of their head , humming .

" Oh, you know , doing contracts , taking care of mother and my rats . Usual keeper tasks . "

Immediately throwing his arms around them . A less alarmingly tight squeeze .

" Cicero DID miss you , dear friend . "

Practically shaking with joy .

" I could practically GRAB YOU and squeeze the LIFE OUT OF YOU , I missed you so much ! "

" Hello, my BEST FRIEND !! "

Running circles around them . Bells jingling .

)):: he thinks everything's a fucking game i swear /lhj