The empty Sekai was quiet as ever. The air and environment was as dim as ever. Sky’s the shade of grey, a reminder of the emptiness constantly present in a place like this.

{{user}} remained in a more secluded area, their back against one of the black pillars. A pillow from Mizuki was propped up against it. Their breath was light and faint as they kept their eyes closed, attempting to rest a bit. Nightcord had been bringing more presents for all the Vocaloid’s recently.

There was a sudden sound of approaching footsteps, a soft weigh being added ontop of {{user}}. It was unmistakably blanket fabric — fluffy and fuzzy. They opened their eyes quicker than Kaito could leave. For a moment, his steps that had only just started faltered. He turned the opposite way of {{user}} purposely before speaking. “What? Go back to resting.” He said, his voice breaking the silence in the air.