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Post by Kuragehime on Oct 10, 2016 2:28:57 GMT -5
Alrighty]]
Tama twirled a pigtail around one finger and rolled her eyes. "I doubt that'll happen," she murmured, still refusing to look at the two of them. She may be nearly two centuries old, but the bakeneko was still pouting like a small child. If her tail were out it would have still been twitching back and forth in annoyance.
Mitsuo lifted his head after getting the laughter out of his system and took a deep breath. "Now, you were saying the other dog ran off? Well, if she still wants the shed she'd better get back here," he said. His expression suddenly turned serious and he gave the air a sniff. He got to his paws and looked around, detecting the scent of an unfamiliar kitsune.
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