[ Sometimes you wake up in a train, find yourself transported into another world, meet a bunch of strangers, and get haunted by a mildly evil cloud, and all you can really do about it is go on a walk with your good friend - who, inexplicably, is also here.

He's happy to accept Mayoi's request for a walk, and happy to have him at his side once more. He's already learned that this place can be a difficult one, so more than anything he's happy that he and Hiiro have someone as observant and dedicated as Mayoi with them - even if he'd be happiest if none of them were here at all.

That's not the case, though, and Tatsumi has never been one to languish in despair over misfortune. Instead he'll focus on the good of the situation, like: ]

It does, thank you.

[ He laughs, a soft noise that's just as evident as a puff of condensation as it is as a sound. ]

Nothing about this situation is normal, but for some reason the change in temperature feels the most strange.

[ It had been almost too hot when he was last in Japan, and now here he is bundled up in a coat and thinking it would be nice to also have a scarf. ]