( there's a breath of a sigh, agitated, that swims in the air in front of them--because of the cold, it's a puff of smoke, like a dragon that's trying hard to hold back its agitation. at least the guy's hopped down off the edge of the fountain, and at least he knows how to use an inside voice: immediately, seeing that he's really likely more of a goof than anything else, megumi's shoulders loosen.

mimicking the movement, his own hands, frigid, push down into the pockets of his sweater. ) Only in the way that I wanted you to stop doing it.

( there may be a thread of humor in his voice, but it's quiet and wry. carefully, he eyes the stranger--a bit of relief in thinking that, just maybe, he isn't all that much older than he is. )

...What's the job? I didn't get to read all the listings because someone screaming over here distracted me.