Yuki watched the two sisters interacting with each other for a moment, and he couldn't help but remember his own relationship with his sister Mika before- well, before.

They had been close, and his pet name for her had been Mikarin, and-

It's over. Don't think about it anymore.

Deciding to take his own advice, he shook it off, then stared down at Death's outstretched hand. Wait, had he even said that he would follow them?

Ah, what the hell. It couldn't hurt.

Death's words made no sense whatsoever; as far as he knew, a person holding out her hand could only mean one thing. Giving her an odd look, he stuffed his hands casually in his black pants as started walking. As pleasant and unannoying as Death was, he was not a touchy-feely person, and holding hands with someone in public - even in a backwater city like this - was not something he did.

"Yeah," he remarked with a simple shrug. He had yet to see what a sugar cone looked like; if it even existed, that was. "Let's go."