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"Perhaps you could also help prepare the dashi with Nanami this year."
The float they'd cleaned off the previous year had been properly stored this time. It should not take much effort to prepare.
Hearing her name leave Mizuki's mouth like that caused him to nearly scoff, but he'd take the next second to recognize how the snake familiar had been earlier and his subsequent offers of aid. The fox familiar would hold his tongue, all the while feeling his shoulders relax --
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He side eyed the shrine spirits as Tomoe listed off everything in one breath. It was definitely busier than Lady Yonomori’s small shrine. Yet, this wasn’t exactly a huge shrine either. The big gods had huge shrines. —
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-- absently watching another set of humans pass them by. "And we can determine the kind of invitation that would best suit them."
As for reaching out to human or spiritual vendors...that would likely be his duty. Mizuki was not one to meld well amongst the humans.
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Tomoe watched the masked human step towards the river and perform some sweeping motions of his sword, testing its end with the surface and eventually depth of the water.
The fox demon's silver eyes followed the human's protected motions as he cupped some water --
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“It’s best it remains that way.” For him not to know there was a village there. “In fact, once you leave this place, I would recommend you forget it.”
He swept his sword in front of him in a very casual way, but —
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-- into his lips.
This was a cautious one.
It was not a bad trait for humans to have....especially amongst yokai.
Tomoe relaxed his shoulders and hummed quietly. "There are those who claim ownership over things that belong to the natural world." --
His brow lifted.
"It is for a festival," he said, presumably choosing the most reasonable response for his situation. Tomoe let out a sigh, and added, "Are you aware of the festival being held at the Mikage Shrine?"
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Does he really don't know what is that?
What a weird human.
He thought.
"I rarely do cosplay.. Hey, if you're not familiar with that term. Then why you're wearing all of this at the first place?"
Folds and folds of cloth. Their textures soft and silken, some rough with hems that prickle the skin. Some riddled with gems and decorative pearls.
He sits amongst them, a needle tucked between his fingers. Morning light drifts through the window, plucking the details of --
-- each draped fabric out in perfect harmony.
His eyes move to the raised fabric he held in his other hand and gently folds it upon itself with his fingers.
With the needle, he pulls a golden thread through.
Such a foolish girl, she was. Making a mess of --
-- it quite readily."
He tucked his hands into his sleeves, the cloth to his kimono catching a breeze as it greeted them.
"You speak too highly of them."
Tomoe quietly noticed the removal of the other's longer ears, and redirected his gaze ahead.
"Gods break even their own rules. Such a thing is no uncommon. For those who implement them, if they so do not have the self-awareness for it, or the care for humans, they will break --
Hmm.. almost like a human! Too yokai-minded for one, though.
Osial blinked once, taking in the new appearance of the fox. Very weeeeell. He'd have to get rid of his own long ears.
“Well. Do you think rules are set to be torn apart by Gods? If so, —
He brought a thumb to his chin, its claw curving to it as he seemed to take in the information.
"I see....there was another term for such a thing?"
A disguise. A costume.
Cosplay, being something of a combination of costume and play....it was a very modern human choice of -
"You don't know what cosplay is?" Yuu frowned. It was weird to find someone not knowing that culture at these day.
Especially he is doing it right now.
"Cosplay is what you're doing. Costume play. Right?"
Make sure.
-- suspicious of him.
"Is that so? I was not aware there was such a village in the vicinity."
The fox demon stepped towards the river, his eyes capturing the glimmers off of the water's surface. He may be parched.
"Is this river also property of the village?"
The fox demon watched the human move his hand to his sword, his stance shifting into something more protective.
Tomoe inclined his head and subtly lifted a brow.
There was little to note of the man's expression behind the mask, and albeit somewhat muffled, he sounded --
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His hand hovered over his sword, though he didn’t get grasp it. He didn’t sound. . . like a thug. However he wouldn’t make a mistake. Not when the child he cared for was on the line and not far away. —
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