He lost his balance when he pushed Senge out of harmРІР‚в„ўs way. The other day, Kyouichirou sprained his ankle when he protected Senge in an ambush. He frowned, not liking the heavy, uncomfortable sensation that started to engulf his chest. SengeРІР‚в„ўs train of thought led him to absently wonder if, just like the snow flakes, his half would one day disappear from his hold right before his eyes.

They melted on his glove as soon they fell on his hand. The shapes were exquisite beyond compare, yet fleeting. Even as a child, he liked catching the delicate shapes in his hand and looking at them. He turned his palm up and it immediately caught flakes of snow. And even though all the dirt is just hidden underneath, when it rains on a warmer day everything will get washed away- snow and dirt alike. He loved seeing everything covered in white, it made his country look beautiful. As for the sellers, it was business are usual. Then again, he mused with a proud smirk, his countrymen were known for their resilience so there was really no reason to be surprised that a little snowfall like this was not enough to stop them from going out to do their errands. He found it amazing that there were so many people even if it was snowing.

The hustle and bustle seemed like there would be no end to it, much like he could not see the end of the street. There was store upon store, and sellers were yelling from both sides. This was how Senge described the market he had set foot on for the very first time. Very OOC as I have not finished SengeРІР‚в„ўs route yet (I plan to take my sweet time with it teehee).

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