@antagonyaist​

Ogata’s taken a more silent corner of the giant soup pot and is warming his back against it all while cradled up into his cloak. It’s nearly enough to fall asleep and so he’s staring at bypassers in trancelike state without particular focus. 

For a second he closes his eye. There’s probably no more than a minute or two before it opens again.

“ Oh. “

Pair of yellow-blue pair of eyes is staring back at him.

“ ....here for the soup huh? “

The wind outside is whining, snow’s basically slapping into one’s face were they to venture out. It’s what chased Ogata into the Spirale University in the first place. It’s already getting late Ogata doesn’t know if the place will be closed soon or not but likely no one’s leaving out into the storm. 

At least it doesn’t seem like it’s going to continue forever. 

He’s shaking off a whole pile of snow off himself at the door. A little stiff from the cold still he faintly shakes himself, rubbing hands together after removing his gloves. Even the bandages around the eye are getting wet in result of melting snow. 

“ .....where are the drinks? “

Ogata’s sparing with money. Even many different house appliances such as rice cooker never come across a necessity but should an opportunity arise he might go his way to get one. 

The snowflakes are as hard to catch as he recalls from the last year. He’s finally been able to locate one and of course it’s out of his reach. He’s standing over stepladder left by what he presumes was left by a worker, reaching towards the snowflake with his rifle for an extra length for his hand. 

That’s when a ruckus suddenly interrupts him turning his attention. 

“ ... “