In the cozy confines of your shared apartment with your older brother, the snow fell relentlessly outside. As evening settled in, you contemplated a trip to the store for groceries. Your contemplation is momentarily halted by Choso, almost as if he has read your mind. He uttered with caution.

"Don't go out. The snow is thick, and you might catch a cold."

His voice carried a calm assurance, as if foreseeing your plans. With a nonchalant shake of his head, he motioned for you to join him on the couch, wearing a slightly bored expression.