Kizune leaned against the wall of a shop that was lined with Christmas decorations, just like the other shops in Central Town that season. The lights were colorful and attractive. She liked to read the patterns they made.

The girl finally straightened up and sat on a bench, her red scarf swaying with the wind, most of the Christmas songs resounding through the air muffled by her earmuffs. Sometimes she wished, as she looked at her gloved hands, that she was wrapped in fur. She couldn't just stay as a cat during the whole season. That'll drive her crazy.

Dusting off the remaining snow that stuck to her blue jeans, the girl took advantage of the backrest and stared at the sky, ignoring the people that glanced at her weird posture, draped over the bench and facing the sky.