#arsnova

      ....she should get up, though. Ritsuka is vaguely aware she’s been laying in the snow for about twenty minutes, her snow angel already long since done. Fou remains seated upon her chest, his specially made coat on. “ Don’t wanna make any fou-angels?” her inquiry is met with a tilt of his head and a few choice sounds. “ Pffft, as fluffy as you are, I doubt you’d get cold that fast.”

  she thought it’d be wierd, now knowing that Fou was formerly Beast IV. but he had always been a friend since she joined Chaldea, so nothing changed. sighing, Ritsuka closes her eyes, sitting in the silence a bit longer. only when the light above her is suddenly blocked out by a shadow that her brows furrow. it didn’t feel like a Servant... probably another concerned passerby. time to repeat what she’s been saying numerous times now. “ No, I’m not cold. Yes, I know I have a skirt on. No, I don’t need help. Yes, you can move out my light. I’m trying to tan here.” a joke. it was a joke.

“ Listen, bro. I hate t’ sound like a broken record and all, but ya really don’t have t’ bother cleaning me up, alright? It’s just a scratch! ” Out comes a huff. “ I mean c’mon, man. I’m a grown-ass adult, I can just go home and do this myself. Ugh. Friggin’ insistent weird. At least you’re not as bad as the nurse. ”

a sigh. he places a box of sweets on the kitchen’s table. when he looks at the man, his eyes no longer carry the exasperation, only a vague curiosity. concern.

     “What is it?”

      he does not stir at the sounds from her footsteps and upon closer inspection, she finds out why....

         ....sleeping. of course. Mata Hari had mentioned how much the man seemed to overwork himself to the point of exhaustion often. it wasn’t uncommon to find him finishing pot after pot of caffeine and Robin insinuated that he was more made of coffee at that point than flesh and blood. she had laughed then. if he was tired, Sheba did not want to wake him. rest was a priceless thing to humans and they needed as much as they could get. yet, she didn’t exactly want to leave, either. a moment to think before a solution arrives.

     and so the Caster takes a seat in one of the nearby chairs, one leg folding on top of the other. she would wait.

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 310.

Dad’s living next door!

a grand name such as that, jakurai wondered to whom might such a title belong. his mind summoned a stern, older figure who might have lived in spirale far longer than most. older doctors, whilst wise, were often... difficult to talk to, in his experience at least, but he was not at all deterred from finding the man and meeting him, if only to find common ground with someone somewhere on that large island. 

along the way, apparently just a stones throw from the clinic itself, jakurai happened upon a small cake shop with its windows filled with an assortment of sugary treats + sweets. a rainbow of flavours and colours, as many toppings as one could imagine, alas his eyes were drawn to a smaller sign inside. the coffee menu. perhaps one drink before meeting the doctor would be a good idea! he was a little tired after all, he supposed as he pushed the door open and was greeted by the bell. 

much to his surprise, the next + only other person in the queue was wearing a coat rather similar to his own. a long crisp white doctor’s coat, accented with bright turquoise and sewn designs. a smart but stylish look compared to the simplistic cut of his own attire. from the back, he could only see the abundance of coral pink hues to his hair, pulled back from his face. could this be the well-loved doctor of chaldea medicine? “ pardon me, sir. “ jakurai said as he approached thus causing the stranger to look away from the cakes on display. 

he tends to, well, wander. as much as he can, committing everything he sees to memory — as if recording it. while he tagged along with her when he could, while she would show him things that she was able to, there was still a lot that he missed. certain shops he wished he could go through, certain items he wanted to touch. and so he finds himself within another one, holding a bag of what sounds like beads, though they feel a little bigger. he wants to get a closer look, but doesn’t estimate well enough how much he’ll be able to actually hold and the small objects ( —marbles, as it turns out, ) click and bounce around on the floor while rolling here and there.