A sudden gust of wind nearly takes you off your feet. You just duck your face into the collar of your coat and keep walking, eyes squinting against the flurry of snowflakes that cling to your eyelashes. You're not sure what you were thinking, walking in this weather; your nose is so cold that you're convinced it might fall off, and your clothes are already starting to get damp. You can't wait to get to the bar and warm up.

"You're late, you know." A soft voice interrupts your thoughts and your walk— when you glance up, Ango has caught up with you, holding his umbrella over your head to shield you from any more snow. His eyes roam up your body and he lets out a disapproving noise. "You'll get sick like this. What were you thinking—?"

"You're late too," you dodge the question by reminding him that Oda and Ango are waiting for you both at Bar Lupin. Your breath curls into the winter air like a shroud. "And you're out here in the same weather. Pot and kettle and all that."

Ango scoffs and nudges you with his shoulder, silently urging you to keep walking. "Let's just go get you warmed up, okay?"