Well. That's diligent of them. [The look Natori gives him is less questioning than it is cautiously tired; if Tenkohime's methods are any comparison, he's sure there was some nonsense going on.
In any case, he watches Matoba bundle up his skewers as he fiddles with the stem of his flower, ultimately tucking it in his obi so that the head is still visible. If it hadn't been for the photo, Natori would have sworn the cat was just some excuse Matoba came up with to see the festival. (Cats like fish, right? he asks, failing to keep a straight face as he points to a goldfish scooping game.) He keeps his hands tucked into the opposite sleeves of his yukata, and enjoys himself despite himself. It's been a while since he could just wander around a festival like this, not worrying about any of the ayakashi around them.
He nibbles at some grilled corn and watches Matoba watch the crowd.]
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In any case, he watches Matoba bundle up his skewers as he fiddles with the stem of his flower, ultimately tucking it in his obi so that the head is still visible. If it hadn't been for the photo, Natori would have sworn the cat was just some excuse Matoba came up with to see the festival. (Cats like fish, right? he asks, failing to keep a straight face as he points to a goldfish scooping game.) He keeps his hands tucked into the opposite sleeves of his yukata, and enjoys himself despite himself. It's been a while since he could just wander around a festival like this, not worrying about any of the ayakashi around them.
He nibbles at some grilled corn and watches Matoba watch the crowd.]