[ yi sang looks out the window. hong lu looks as well. the sky is an overcast gray. it is neither rain nor shine, just the kind of weather that begets nothing. it's humid, hong lu thinks. his hair normally would frizz up a little in weather like this, though he supposes his hair is very long and very magical right now, and so it doesn't follow the usual rules.

hong lu hopes it will rain soon. that might be fun. ]

Or perhaps we can chase the rain. After all, there has to be raining somewhere in this world, right? [ says hong lu, very reasonably. ] Do you want to leave this tower with me? See what we can find. I don't mind sitting here longer with you, though, so it's up to you. Ever since you came up the tower, I haven't felt bored at all.

[ hong lu says this, and knows it to be the truth. how odd, yi sang is, a man who is able to take his boredom away so easily. ]