May sixteenth. [The reply is quick and barely needs thought; it had been on one of the days they'd found themselves ordered by the Heavens, and those dates tended to be easy for him to remember.

As the little lights spot him, Shun sighs quietly, like he was half expecting to get noticed by the things, and he watches them with little emotion as they bumble their way down to ground level and roll on by his ankles. He has it on good authority that they're not a threat, though, and so he manages to overcome the force of habit driving him to want to keep an eye on both them and Neji to focus on the unknown factor here, looking back up to the phone lines.]

They were around at a dinner after the Heavens called everyone out. If you weren't there, you must be new. [Or have had some kind of extremely good reason to sit out something like the clean-up that had occurred that day, but Shun figures what he said is more likely.]