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Kimihiro Watanuki (aprilfirst) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Watanuki tried to smile, even though his face was frozen and he made more of a funny face. But it didn't matter since Domeki couldn't see him now anyway. "It's better if there is no beer," he retorted. "You're annoying enough when you're sober."
Talking with Domeki helped, even though Watanuki didn't have much breath to spare and with every breath he felt a cold wind down his throat. He coughed. A scarf would have been nice. He'd have to add it to the list of things to get once he could go back to the thrift store.
He still felt guilty every time he took an item, since it was technically stealing, but with each passing day he felt less and less restraint to do so. After all, he didn't have many choices: it was either that or freeze in this weather.

He gave a sigh of relief when Domeki identified the museum. He'd been following blindly the other boy for what had seemed like hours, and felt thoroughly lost. He would have never guessed that they had arrived if he didn't actually trust Domeki to know where he was going. Though what he said was: "Finally! We were walking for so long, I was sure you'd brought us to the wrong side of town entirely."
He caught up with Domeki and started climbing up the steps, only to fall down on his back. He hadn't realized how slippery the icy steps would be, and the lower ones were so covered with snow that it was hard to even guess where they started.