Vocaloids couldn't feel the cold.

It was more like a slight itch all across the surface of their synthetic skin, in some strange mockery of the chill humans felt.

As she looked out the window, Yukari knew this. But still.

Seeing Akari stand outside in the lightly falling snow as it quickened to something closer to the winter storm forecasted on the television that morning unnerved her to say the least.

The kid stood with arms outstretched and pale face tilted towards the sky, eyes closed and face serene. Welcoming the blizzard. Waiting to be buried in the coming drifts.

Yukari grabbed her boots. She knew why Akari was out there. And the kid wasn't going to get away with it. Not today.