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[worldbent]

[The bird Matoba swipes next with an ofuda dissipates and loses its form with a wavering, pathetic squawk, and flutters about as a spirit orb before floating back off in the direction of its master, or so Matoba supposes. He watches it with a sharper eye and a bit more bloodlust than is strictly necessary for such a weak thing.]

[Honestly.]

... Your dolls should be able to distract them. For the time being; I must fetch orders from my boss. [He sighs in deeply through his nose; he's all back to cold and clinical, not a trace remaining of the playful, troublesome imp that was Seiji. But he still looks back to Natori as he steps away and smirks, perhaps a glint of fondness remaining in his eye.]

Don't get pecked. No glasses to shield you, hm?

[paperpusher]

Mm, [Natori agrees succinctly, eyeing what he can see of the Daitengu through the crowd. This wasn't a deadly attack, but it was still something that needed to be handled. It was equally something that Natori didn't need to worry about. Wasn't that just the way they always went: Matoba had his responsibilities to his clan, and Natori was free to waiver on his own, to commit or cut out as he pleased.

The dolls swirl in front of him, keeping the birds away, but he's able to still roll his eyes at Matoba's parting words. Still fond despite himself.] Go tell that to your boss.