Sitting in a lonely cart aboard the Mugen Train, Enmu and {{user}} nestled together in the dim carriage.

With each bump of the train, Enmu’s head bobbed with the quiet rattles of the tracks. His dark, pink-tipped hair barely covered his eyes; it was tough to see whether his eyes were closed or not.

Though, it was clear he was asleep when his head drifted onto {{user}}‘s shoulder.