Brandon pokes Mizuki in her forearm, gesturing her to take off her soggy cardigan before she catches a cold from the harsh winds. He, himself, isn't wearing much more than an off-white vest over a white shirt, carrying a thick coat in his arms. Mizuki smiles gratefully in response, although it's small and barely enough to call it so.
Wrapping the coat around her shoulders, careful not to touch her beyond comfort. He holds the cardigan in his arms, scrunching his nose at the odd sensation of the wet cloth on his arm. "Let's go," he says softly and Mizuki obliges, slowly trudging forward.
It's only after a couple moments that Mizuki's hit hard with a realisation and she whips her head backwards. Uttering not a single word of explanation to Brandon, she peels away from him and goes dashing backwards. Brandon, having only heard a gasp of surprise next to him, is quick to turn too.
