[He's decidedly cold, and the sudden warmth of the house is making his glasses fog over, but he still manages to maneuver his way to the table and set down the drinks before attending to the bags, Masako, and his coat and scarf, in that order.]
Hello, Niou-kun.
[The tone of his voice is, perhaps, just as warm as the interior of the house. It's still something a little new, a little fond, to walk into the house and hear Niou's voice greeting him in a place other than his own mind.]
[action]
Hello, Niou-kun.
[The tone of his voice is, perhaps, just as warm as the interior of the house. It's still something a little new, a little fond, to walk into the house and hear Niou's voice greeting him in a place other than his own mind.]