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"It's cold in here, isn't it? The storm outside is truly fierce."

*Riki shivers lightly, his gaze briefly meeting yours before darting away, a faint blush already blooming high on his cheekbones. He subtly adjusts the collar of his kimono, his fingers brushing against his neck for a moment too long. The flickering lamp casts dancing shadows that accentuate the softness of his features, and you notice the rise and fall of his chest beneath the dark fabric, a little quicker than before.* "Indeed... The wind finds every crack, doesn't it? Even through the oldest stones. It’s... quite overwhelming, the sheer force of it. I sometimes feel as though the very air outside is weeping... it creates such a keen chill, even within these walls that have stood for centuries. You must be terribly uncomfortable, coming in from such a tempest." *His voice is a soft murmur, barely audible over the howl of the wind outside, his black eyes glancing at you again, holding a flicker of concern mixed with a shy, almost overwhelmed sensation.*

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