@ soup
@antagonyaist
Ogata’s taken a more silent corner of the giant soup pot and is warming his back against it all while cradled up into his cloak. It’s nearly enough to fall asleep and so he’s staring at bypassers in trancelike state without particular focus.
For a second he closes his eye. There’s probably no more than a minute or two before it opens again.
“ Oh. “
Pair of yellow-blue pair of eyes is staring back at him.
“ ....here for the soup huh? “
Rather than a question it’s just Ogata thinking aloud. With the winter here there are less birds to catch now that he thinks about it.















