Felix has been flying his kite for a while when it happens. He'd tried a few of the games without much result (turns out handling a sword isn't quite the same as handling a needle), and he'd stuffed himself full of meat skewers (after making absolutely sure there hadn't been any extra "spices" added), so there was little else to do but watch sleepily as the kite bobs and weaves in the wind.

Then, suddenly, the kite veers sharply to the left, tugging on Felix's arm. Frowning, he tries to yank it back into the calmer winds, but it keeps pulling like a hound on a scent, leaving Felix no choice but to stumble after it. He doesn't even see Dimitri until it's too late.

"Agh, fuck," he says as his kite promply tangles up with the other. "I didn't..."

He falls silent. Dimitri is disguised as a yokai as well, mane curling around his face and ears much like Felix's own flicking on top of his head, but it's unmistakably Dimitri.

Felix looks at his feet.

"You're alive, then," he says flatly, hiding something almost sheepish.