Hamade smiled. "Well, it smells absolutely delicious," He commented softly, trying to cheer his bride-ro-be up. The smile faded once again and the young man turned his head, looking out the window at the stormy sky outside. Oh yeah... He thought to himself, sorrow panging at his heart. Suiren always loved this weather. It had always made the younger twin happy when the sky was as gloomy as his own soul, though it'd been the opposite for Hana himself. When he was very young, the first time he'd spoken to his brother he was able to be more sympathetic, perhaps because it was pouring. Come to think of it...that's the first time he ever smiled.
