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Watching the other turn to leave, the brunette perked up a little, taking a few quick steps to follow after him as her hands clasped behind her back.

"That's alright." There's a pause before he declines. Usually Natural has a stronger distaste for anything involving a 'together' - but perhaps his milder attitude has something to do with the atmosphere of the being walking beside him. The girl seems harmless. Innocuous and nontoxic, as if very pure.

Nevertheless, he would rather spend the day alone. He states as much, bluntly and without rephrase.

"Yes, good morning to you! I hope you had a pleasant sleep last night, dear friend!"

"Ah, yes. Just fine."

Wonders what's there to be so happy about.

"Just N?" Hibiki asked, thinking of how strange of a name that was. Perhaps it was just a nickname, but it was still an odd name to call yourself. It didn’t bother Hibiki, though. The strangeness of the name kind of fitted N. "Heh. That’s a name you don’t hear very often! Nice to meet you, N."

A sudden shudder went through Hibiki’s body. It was getting colder by the second. He rubbed his hands together, hoping for his tingling fingers to get a little warmer. It didn’t work.

His tone of voice is polite and a little stiff. Perhaps if the weather were just a tad warmer, he would have elaborated a little more, talked more about the city as Tour Guide!Natural would have. But the cold is so debilitating. Natural can only manage another sniff before noting that Hibiki seemed to shiver a little as well.

The library, as promised, is not far away. Natural leads the smaller boy just a few blocks to peer up at the building. As soon as he opens the door a warm puff of air beckons the duo in; Natural murmurs into the fabric of his scarf. 

After a pause, he looks up at the girl, expression switching quickly into one of thinly veiled curiosity (this was his default expression). He notes briefly that the girl has strange markings on her face. "What did you say your name was?" he asks as he shifts a blanket off his shoulder. The air was getting warmer around him considerably fast, and Natural had thawed already.

"Are you sick?" Hibiki asked, totally ignoring the other’s recommendations of places to go to. He was really appreciating the other’s help, but Hibiki couldn’t just expect a sick person to help him out. "You shouldn’t push yourself too hard…"

Hibiki would have told him to go home too, but he felt like he wasn’t in a position to say those kind of things. How could he, a complete stranger, just tell the other what to do? That was wrong and Hibiki didn’t like being that way either.

Out of instinct, Natural snaps at the other, showing briefly a flash of archaic anger at the other's gentle words. Just as quickly, he coughs and rubs his face with his sleeve. He repeats himself. "I am fine."

He nods to acknowledge the other's introduction. Names have never been particularly important to him, but for now, it will be good to keep Hibiki Kuze's name in mind. "Hibiki," he smiles absently at the younger boy, corners of his lips curling up. "My name is N. I am something of a tour guide in this city; I know it like the back of my hand. You must be new."

He hadn’t had much to do so he figured calling the said person up wouldn’t be a bad idea. Plus earning a laugh out of a complete stranger couldn’t be so bad?

He flicked his phone out and dialed the number on the scrap of paper. As soon as he heard them answered he spoke.

The joke presents itself to him like an traffic cone. "Snowman and a shark?" The man pauses thoughtfully, letting his finger tap on the back of his cellphone. "Perhaps you get a frozen shark?"

There's a childish sentimentality to his groundless words. Normally the man would have something more intelligent to say, but snow has been on his mind for weeks. It's disappointing for him to realize that he could not play outside it in for long.

“Tell me your best joke over the phone.." Gou said to herself as she stared at sign that was obviously written by hand. "What’s that all about?" Usually she had seen up were help wanted and lost pet signs. Not so much someone looking for a joke or two.

Though, she couldn’t help but be curious who was the one that needed a joke. Possibly an old man that needed some company.

Without hesitating much longer, she took her phone into her hand and carefully dialed the number on the slip.

The voice on the line is that of a female's; from what he can tell, she is probably an adolescent, perhaps with the intention of calling to find out why such a flyer was posted. 

"Because seven ate nine." His voice is dry as he replies almost immediately. Although Natural is, admittedly, devoid of typical humor, there were certain jokes that even he had heard of before. Cupping the receiver around his jaw, laughs lightly into the speaker; at least the girl on the other line is more humorous than her attempt is.