Kinzo Sanada leaned against the railing at the middle of the bridge, his shuddering breathe a plume of translucent white. He watched as the wispy vapor trailed towards the gray skies, mingling with the light flakes of descending snow before dispersing entirely into the chilly air. He flashed himself a grin before turning around, leaning his back against the hard concrete and gave a nice, long stretch. For a guy that was out partying late last night, Kinzo was in pretty great shape. Then again, it wasn't like he drank much anyway. His night was pretty much occupied with keeping the place intact and making sure the minors got home alright without getting caught...regardless, the young man had a pleasant time and he enjoyed himself fully. Lilac-sama does know how to throw one hell of a party. Despite their clashing and distinct personalities, he cherished his time with his coworkers and friends. 

Kinzo pushed himself off of the sturdy bar, tightening the black, flowing scarf wrapped securely around his neck. He pocketed his gloved hands inside his dark-blue winter coat, dusting the snow off of his black jeans and proceeded towards the end of the bridge. His white sneakers blended in with the swirling and icy powder that accumulated in the streets of Fukushima, giving him a very surreal illusion of gliding along the frozen concrete as he made his way towards a pleasant commotion sounding off in the distance - the New Year festival. The boy hummed gently to himself as he walked, wincing here and there as the icy wind bit at his pink cheeks and red nose, his face soft and serene. Though considering himself to be an extrovert, Kinzo couldn't help but revere in the rare moments of solitude that comes his way. It was morning walks like these that really helps clear his mind and soul. 

He was in the middle of a light yawn when he noticed three distinct figures walking in the same direction as him towards his right. Squinting, Kinzo tilted his head. "Ah," he murmured to himself, smiling softly as he quickened his pace. Gradually, he closed the gap between him and the trio. Gently, he bumped shoulders with the girl with flowing, black hair.

"Ohayou, Fukazawa-san." Kinzo grinned at her, flashing his signature crooked smile. Leaning forward and twisting his body slightly so he could see the other two, he greeted them as well. "Kitabitake-san, Kuyu. Nice to see you guys." He pulled a hand from his pockets, giving them a small wave.

"On your way to the festival too, huh? I got a few hours to kill before my shift, so may I join you three?" Kinzo beamed.