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    “Your parents do realize I am a grown man and not, in fact, a college bachelor in need of feeding, right?” Shuuichi asks, cradling the rice like it’s a child and politely ignoring the strange emotional acrobatics Natsume’s face performs on the word parents. “I can and do feed myself. On a daily basis, even.”

    Natsume stares at him, unreadable. Natsume’s monster cat peeks over his shoulder, ears flat and judgmental. Even Hiiragi, lurking in the kitchen, levels him with her unblinking one-eyed stare.

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  2. 03 Jul 2019

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    Cute.

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    Cute. Wholesome

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  18. 25 May 2019

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    obsessed w this ugh. gonna start including my favorite quotes so here:

    “What is that?” Shuuichi says, squinting at the rolled bundle tucked under Natsume’s arm.

    “A rug,” Natsume says. “Touko and Shigeru went to an arts and crafts fair last weekend. It’s hand-woven,” Natsume says. Clearly, this imparts special properties to the rug.

    “Why do you have a rug,” Shuuichi asks warily.

    “Why do you have a rug, you mean,” Natsume says, pushing it across the table.

    “Why do I have a rug?” Shuuichi asks wearily.

    Natsume shrugs.

    “Right,” Shuuichi says, staring at the rug. It’s a cheerful mishmash of bright colors roughly the size of a doormat. It doesn’t match anything in Shuuichi’s apartment. “Thank you.”

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