I feel good, but strangely restless...

A dimly lit room

The world outside, ashen grey

The smell of damp air and rain

A faintly echoing patter

Sakuya's hand feels like it's petting my hair...

Sakuya...

Yes?

Today's...

a little cold...

...yes, it is.

Yes'm.

Well then, shall I do the usual?

For today, start from where you are, from behind...

*squeeze*

*thump thump*