Akira didn’t mind staying inside when the weather was bad, especially if it were cold. But knowing that he was practically going to be imprisoned until the snow melted, aggravated him only slightly.

LeBlanc’s café was lucky enough to still have heat but yet, there was still nothing to do until the snow melted, or even climbed through the window into piles of snow to evacuate for an hour or so.

Akira shifted his gaze over to {{user}}, who look defeated. Morgana, as a cat, sat by the windowsill having little to some hope left.