Feb 9, 2014
-- If Natsume was an immodest, immoral person - which he had never been, not in his entire sixteen years of life - one would conclude he'd just take the bill laying on the floor, even despite seeing whom it drifted from. Most would, right?
Unfortunately, none of Nyanko-sensei's lectures had sunken in at all; the action made to return the currency was swift. Before the other had a chance to walk away, Natsume reached out and gently tapped their shoulder, yen between the fingers of his outstretched hand.
"Excuse me?"
"...You dropped something."
