Still only half through the strange fugue from his transition from one life into the other, Chikusa has half forgotten how far more strange some of his classmates and others have become. He gets a strong reminder when he walks into the library, normally decent posture shifting into a slouch, and sees a pony sitting at one of the tables.

Oh. Right.

"And no one notices," he murmurs as he goes to take a seat opposite of her, laying his bag on the table.