[Teito's sitting in the open window, one foot dangling into the open air as he lounges against the sill. The chill in the air doesn't seem to bother him at all, and he looks... serene. A bit on the sad side, maybe, but peaceful. He's admiring the moon and snow and singing quietly to himself, sometimes lapsing into soft humming. He's petting Burupya
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