Reo’s carrying your bags, of course. Two of them, overflowing with your finds, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he looks smug about it. “There’s a new shop just around the corner,” he says. “It’s seasonal—only opens during the holidays. Should we check it out?” He doesn’t even bother asking Nagi, who’s trudging along like a sulking cat dragged out into the rain.

“Can we go home soon?” Nagi mumbles, his breath puffing out in white clouds. His silver hair is dusted with snowflakes, and he’s hunched against the cold, hands buried in his coat pockets. “It’s freezing… and I’m sleepy.” Typical Nagi—grumpy, low-energy, and somehow endearing all at once.

Reo just smirks. “You can nap later,” he says, waving him off with the easy confidence of someone who always gets his way. His attention shifts back to you, his violet eyes sparkling like the fairy lights above. “So? What do you think? One more stop?”