Neku decided he didn't like snow anymore. Snow reminded him of dead things, and dead things reminded him that he was technically still dead, even if he'd been brought here from the instant where he was apparently going to be returned to life. Even if his body was flesh and bone and gave all the appearance of being alive, he was still tied to the Reaper's Game - and in part probably would always be, if only in memory. So to cheer himself up, Neku headed out to the Scorpio ward to get some art supplies - mostly just sketchbooks and pencils, but some spray paint too.

... Was there someone out there? It was hard to see with all the snow, but he had the feeling of being watched. He shook it off, and brushed the snow out of his hair. Thankfully he was bundled up - he was really glad his threads came with him. Cautiously, he worked his way over to an out of the way alley, and took out a red can of spray paint, starting to make a base coat. He was no CAT, but he still had a dream of making art that made people think.