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āā¦ā¦I mean, even if you give it to meā¦ā
āTake it. As my feelings for you.ā
Fufu, the cat let out a laugh as she turned back around. She then once again strummed her shamisen as she sang. Not understanding the catās behavior, Kusamakura stood there dumbfounded. Cats were unpredictable creatures, but that was completely incomprehensible behavior.
āā¦ā¦a mirror, huh.ā
Nevertheless, his gaze dropped to the āmirrorā that was forced on him. Mirrors were a human tool that he had read about in books several times. He didnāt like how the catās behavior seemed to have some ulterior motive, but he was excited to have something he had only seen in books. It looked like a metallic sheet, but he wondered how it worked. He held it up in front of him as his curiosity was spurred on. Perhaps because it was a dark night, nothing was reflecting back. Come to think of it, Kusamakura didnāt know what his own face looked like. If he were a youkai that could pop out his eyes, it would have been different, but he was normally unable to look at himself. Just what sort of face did he have? Even if he didnāt look like the heroes from his booksā¦ā¦Kusamakuraās heart beat excitedly wondering what he looked like. \n