It’s definitely not legal but that’s the least of Ogata’s concern. He’s more concerned on if it ends up drawing attention towards him. There are no holes inside though, so in the end he ends up lighting the fire - creating a tiny speck of light to the center of the Mermaid Cove Mall. The electricity is completely out and some of the snow has intruded inside as well.

He reaches his hand forward towards the small source of warmth, wrapped into a ball inside his cloak that he tightens from time to time. He can see his breath, rising and fading into thin air.

In a space like this no sound escapes and a massive form such as Potemkin’s stands out like sore thumb even in the darkness either way. Although it startles Ogata at first, he laxes soon although doesn’t let his eyes wander from the guy.

“ ...so”, he starts after a moment of silence with a laugh.

“Why…would you say this…”

☆☆☆ “THAT IS BULLSHIT BLAZIIIIII–” Cough, cough.

I’ve asked this same question, many times before.

✧*:･ﾟ| NEITHER of then seemed to be the sorts to be seen at an art gallery, but perhaps that is why he approaches the taller individual ( somewhat begrudgingly, for it does not bode well on his heart to have to look UP at somewhat else ) with boundless curiosity and the social bearings of a young child. ❝Fond of the arts, are you?❞ He remarks, a curve of his lips to indicate his own interest.

A lift of his gaze back towards the painting before them. A swirl of yellow and blue curving into a NIGHT sky, clinging to dark canvas over a lonely scene. He tilts his head, takes it all in. BEAUTIFUL.

Talk about a difference - even between the others this felt like much more massive change in all sorts of ways. He nearly whisks a by-passer down as he turns around.... 

Only to accidentally swipe his own body down. At least it didn’t look like it hit very hard.