[He's half awake! And hungry. Luckily, he woke up in a copy of the Kinomoto house, so he starts fixing himself breakfast suspecting nothing. He figures everyone has left, as it's the middle of the day. And a weekend! Something feels... Off, but he's just a little too tired to put his mind on what it is just yet.]
[Library.] [It's a library. Syaoran had been born into a new life, but he was still an archeologist and he still retained his love of all things relating to history and knowledge. So normally, in such...that he was still in a library, but a much different one.] [Even if it hasn't looked different, it felt different. It made him cautious and wary, and he remained so as he carefully made his way forward.]
[The room is dimly lit and cozy, and the main feature a large, very comfortable bed in the center. It's got lots of soft pillows, fuzzy warm blankets, and in the middle of it all?] [Subaru, curled up under the blankets and dozing.]
[Getting across this room is extremely slow going. Kamui is currently clinging to what looks like a floor lamp made entirely of ice, glaring determinedly across the room at the single non-ice object in the room: a door. Getting to the door will let him get out, he knows, but actually getting to the door is the hard part. He takes a steady breath and lets go of the amp. He takes a step forward. Another...
[Oh hey, another room! There are shelves, displays, drawers: all filled with rings of different shapes and sizes.] Ridiculous. [And the room's bullshit makes him think of what it would be like if he could ~*~spend the rest of his life with Fuuma.~*~ Sure, it's a nice thought, maybe. But it's not like Kamui would ever allow it to happen. That would mean settling down in a world, or letting Fuuma follow...
[Lmfao he is up in a sakura tree, lolol. Pretending to sleep. idk. and it's a ~*~park~*~. And it's raining sakura petals. and the sky is pink. and the sidewalk is like. pale grey-pink. EVERYTHING IS PINK EVEN THE BARK OF THE TREES.]
