InsaneJournal

It was a cold and overcast day. The worst sort.

The temperature was really starting to drop now. The cold had crept in slowly over the past two months, the warm dying off, usurped by a bracing cold that invigorated some people as well as the sun, but today the cold had grown claws and even Reizo had been forced into a long-sleeved hoodie. It had also sucked a lot of the willpower out of his bosozoku to ride, and that in turn had made him feel a little ornery.

So the monstrous delinquent decided that it might be fun to go pick on the hands and dolls they had in the butterfly room, or anyone who might have retreated into the secret little hole.

He came in on the hour, big hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, looking surly and bored, face shadowed by the deep hood. He stopped after crossing over the threshold and looked around the room, head tilted and expression curious, before he tugged the door shut, pulled the hood off, and then unzipped his hoodie and tossed it haphazardly onto the ground.

“Sonozaki-chan,” he said, the honorific emphasized, as he closed ground and plopped down beside her on the couch, disregarding any sort of physical space boundaries and peering intently at the book open in her small hands. Small everything. He was used to towering over people, but Kozue and Renju were the best contrasts in height.

“Whatcha reading?”