The Shadow

"...Mostly." He frowns and shivers, but today his clothes are dry beneath the coat, and he has a good sweater on. The quiet footsteps move across the floor to the Oriental rug, and he sinks down onto the couch with a sigh. "I'm here now, have a seat. Did you get some sleep? I forget not everyone keeps the kind of schedule I do..." From the bag he withdraws cups and two bottles of sake, which clink quietly on the coffee table. "I should heat these up..."