[it's winter. there's a high school girl standing at the foot of a set of stairs. her eyes are fixed on the shrine at the top of the stairs, her gaze unreadable, though there is an air of wistfulness about her
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[and he walks to that flight of stairs, his path as steady as ever - one that could be called a coincidence if it wasn't known that chance was something that didn't exist in this world.]
Good evening. [he smiles at her] This time, we are accompanied by a snowy night.
[of course he'll be close enough-- silently approaching, though, head only slightly tilted, arms folded; not looking at the temple at all, since it isn't his beliefs (now).]
[the quiet lasts long enough - but as does the watching.]
Kishuu. [another lengthy - not really, though, simply seems that way, of neutral expressions and slightly sad eyes - pause, interrupted only by a tiny nod of the head.]
[... and then a smile (albeit with slightly awkward shifting).]
[a girl, supposedly of the same age, walks past her and doesn't stop until a few steps later. she raises her hand and watches the snowflakes falling and slowly melting.]
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Good evening. [he smiles at her] This time, we are accompanied by a snowy night.
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Ah. Good evening.
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[the quiet lasts long enough - but as does the watching.]
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the only sign of she's taken aback is the slight widening of her eyes, but it's gone quickly.
she turns away from him again, but her voice is cool and clear, crisp in the winter air between them]
China-san.
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[... and then a smile (albeit with slightly awkward shifting).]
It is good to see you again, aru!
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instead, she nods curtly to him] You as well.
[a pause]
How have you been?
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Do you know why the snow is white?
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