Summer.

”Why do you come here, to this old dog’s keep, eh, friend?” Ijō questioned, his washed out black and white fur swaying softly in the bar’s ill-lit luminosity.

This bar was particularly… “Edo-feeling.”

“For the sake of drowning yourself in emotions and alcohol, or to beg me to become your martial master?” Seijō furthered as he cleaned a glass, his floppy ears attentive and next to the topknot of hair on his head.