[Matoba smiles to himself, stroking his thumb along the animated paper before it takes off in front and makes his way strolling through the festival. He was sure Natori couldn't be too far with how long it had taken the dolls to find him, but he sees that his message was read, and even briefly saw the bubbles of a reply.]
[But one doesn't come, and instead Matoba follows the servant back to its master, looking grumpy as ever in the glow of the lanterns. Oh, and even dressed for the occasion. He smiles to himself from behind his treat. What a rare sight.]
You're not working today? [He mumbles from around mouthing about the candy apple. It has his lips stained red already. The brat. He probably isn't even going to finish it. He never does.] The perks of fame, hm?
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[Matoba smiles to himself, stroking his thumb along the animated paper before it takes off in front and makes his way strolling through the festival. He was sure Natori couldn't be too far with how long it had taken the dolls to find him, but he sees that his message was read, and even briefly saw the bubbles of a reply.]
[But one doesn't come, and instead Matoba follows the servant back to its master, looking grumpy as ever in the glow of the lanterns. Oh, and even dressed for the occasion. He smiles to himself from behind his treat. What a rare sight.]
You're not working today? [He mumbles from around mouthing about the candy apple. It has his lips stained red already. The brat. He probably isn't even going to finish it. He never does.] The perks of fame, hm?