[When no one comes, Kazuha resigns himself to moving onto the next house. With his head aching, he allows himself that brief moment to rest his head against the door, the wood cool beneath his damp forehead. He almost misses the sound of footsteps over the noise, lifting his head and hand just in time for the door to slide open.]

O-oh, Ragnvindr-san?

[He wasn’t expecting anyone he knew, but this did make it easier in the sense he doesn’t need to convince anyone to let him in. It makes it harder for his pride, but he lifts his hand to wipe soaked hair out of his eyes as he looks through the door on invite.]

I wasn’t… expecting anyone I knew. Forgive my sudden appearance. I was caught in the thunderstorm…

[He presses a hand to his forehead, as if the pressure would help alleviate the throb. His skin is clammy— he looks unwell.]

I don’t wish to intrude.