[It's cold, but despite the bitter wind and the billowing snow, it's tolerable. Yukio pulls his exorcist's coat closer around himself, buries his face a little more into his scarf. There's a knitted cap pulled low over his head, covering the magitech eye set into his forehead, and gloves on his hands.
He's wandering through the dreamy landscape, not thinking too much about the potential of running into anyone else here.
Until he does.
He stops dead in his tracks as he walks up behind that familiar figure, sees that blonde hair and a bright kimono and hears that shaking voice.
Shiemi was in the Carnival, for a few weeks. But the odds are that this isn't the same Shiemi. This isn't the Shiemi he... talked to, apologized to, sat down and tried to figure things out with. If she... if the last thing she remembers was...]
Shiemi-san? [He's quiet, as he walks up beside her from behind. Not too close. He doesn't want to startle her.]
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He's wandering through the dreamy landscape, not thinking too much about the potential of running into anyone else here.
Until he does.
He stops dead in his tracks as he walks up behind that familiar figure, sees that blonde hair and a bright kimono and hears that shaking voice.
Shiemi was in the Carnival, for a few weeks. But the odds are that this isn't the same Shiemi. This isn't the Shiemi he... talked to, apologized to, sat down and tried to figure things out with. If she... if the last thing she remembers was...]
Shiemi-san? [He's quiet, as he walks up beside her from behind. Not too close. He doesn't want to startle her.]