[Great, they're safe in an ice cream shaped fort, just the two of them. It would be awesome except for the fact that Fushimi has no idea what he's supposed to do now. Spending time alone with Yata, being able to talk and only(?) have to worry about the possibility of angry ghosts is an awkward prospect, but he knows Yata would've just followed him somewhere else if they hadn't come here. The situation would've ended up the same regardless of where they went.
He slides onto a stool in front of the counter, resting his head on a hand.]
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He slides onto a stool in front of the counter, resting his head on a hand.]
... It's cold in here.