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Shizuka Doumeki (throughyoureye) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I'll find you a pot big enough," he promised quietly. Domeki found that it felt good - and that it helped - to concentrate on something other than the endless snow and Watanuki's cooking was quite a pleasant distraction. He could just turn his attention to how warm and delicious the food would be and how nice it would be to share a meal with the rest of the people staying at the museum. It was more of a comfort than he would say to know that there was something warm and welcome ahead of them and it made putting one foot in front of the other that much easier. "The rest of the ingredients too, maybe. We might have to do without beer, though."

Upon registering the question, Domeki lifted his head and squinted into the wind. He thought that he could make the vague shadow of a building ahead but he didn't manage to place it until he managed to stumble on the lowest of the steps. Tipping his head back, he studied the facade for a long moment before realizing that this must be the museum. "I think this is it. We just have to knock and they should let us in."