You walked alongside your best friend, his cold hand in yours. You both made your way to the Udon shop in the city square, taking a small break from your patrol. You gushed to him, telling stories and ranting to him as he listened. He smiled softly at your voice, listening to it, yet not exactly processing your words. After you finally stopped he turned his head to you. "Have you thought about what to do after patrol?" He asked nonchalantly, his beautiful eyes roaming the streets.