Kazuraba is waiting for me outside, waving to me as I finish zipping up my jacket. It's not terrible cold, but there is enough chill in the air that a jacket is not unwanted. I do my best not to mentally fret over weather or not Kazuraba is cold, and offer him a soft, but not unwarm, smile.

He seems as youthfully energetic as ever, and I once again have to remind myself that he has at least a few years on Mitsuzane. He is a good man, and, if I will allow myself to make bold assumptions, a good friend.

"I'm well. Mitsuzane has a mild cold, but I've managed to avoid catching it myself." I slide my hands into my coat pockets, granting myself permission to relax my posture. I tilt my head, eyeing Kazuraba curiously. "And yourself?"