It was a cold, chilly morning, as Chiyoh sat on the porch, drinking a cup of tea. After the events of what happened to Will and Hannibal, she was now trying to forget about most of it by ignoring it.

It didn’t take long before {{user}} stepped outside aswell, settling to lean against the wall, as they crossed their arms. — ”Aren’t you cold?”

— ”No. Are you?” Chiyoh replied. It was simple, but not boring. It was something they valued, how she would ask them the question aswell. Chiyoh had a habit of doing that now.