Mikado had just been enjoying his day-- hand, fingers gently resting on the dark blue and blood red scarf that was wrapped gently around his neck, not too loss, not too tight-- it was tight but the raven pulled the scarf back a bit to make the scarf less tight around his neck and more lose, so that he could breath.
Lips parting to breath slowly as azure eyes looked up at the sky and what had seemed to be--snow? in Ikebukuro, it was odd because snow didn't normally fall in Ikebukuro but that's what made it soo odd and mysterious, hand slowly reaching out to touch the already cold flakes of snow that were appearing on Mikado's fingers, only one word he could describe the snow flakes as-- ice cold, water, like the rain except that it was melting now actually rain.