( yuuji puts the pamphlet over his face, arms now stretched wide on his sides. it's very fushiguro to consider things and organise them in the most practical, efficient way. in fact, just like what the friend said, there's no point trying to figure it all out now. take it one at a time. if fushiguro has been here for a month and hasn't figured it out, yuuji won't do it in a single day. after all, fushiguro's the smart one between the two. )

That so...

( the fact that he's in a different world hasn't fully hit him yet, what with fushiguro being here with him. he twists and turns his body so he can look out the window in the room, wiping the condensation that blurred the sight out. )

Ugeh, it's snowing outside... ( he squints, peering out at the sight around the house. ) It sure doesn't look like Japan. ( it looks rather... well, peaceful to say the least, though. normal. he turns to look at fushiguro. ) So... what're your days like? Do you, like, fight anything?

( considering their norm as jujutsu shamans... )