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recommending  angels  who  bless  my  life  //  accepting

      ❛❛    Tu es sérieux?! Chat Noir is a SUPERHERO, we’ve only interacted once or twice, no big deal. I am sure sure he’s visited several fans across Paris, what makes our few encounters stand out to such a conclusion? ❜❜

                                  ❛   WHERE DID YA   say  you  got  these  from  again,   kagome?   ❜      sitting  cross-legged  beside  the  girl,   the  yōkai  brought  a  single  chip  up  to  nose,   sniffing  it  with  curiosity  before  poking  his  tongue  out  to  stick  the  chip  against  the  tip.   for  his  own  amusement,   he  let  it  stick  there  for  a  moment,   staring  cross-eyed  in  fascination,   before  tilting  his  head  back  to  let  it  drop  into  his  mouth.   he  couldn’t  put  a  finger  on  it,   but  the  taste  was  strange.   it  was  delicious,   no  doubt,   but  the  entire  thing  seemed  to  be  a  mystery  to  him.   and  the  flimsy  bowl  containing  the  food  was  exceedingly  convenient  for  safe  travel,   he  has  to  admit,   albeit  the  loud  crinkling  noise  it  makes  is  a  little  grating  to  the  ears.   now,   none  of  that  is  to  say  he  isn’t  grateful  for  his  beloved’s  token  of  love.   he  just  has  some  questions,   that’s  all.

      “ You were STARING for a while now - what?                         Do you like stuffed toys that much? ”

To her credit - his little gift for Ange was pretty adorable. A little stuffed dog he’d just won from a crane game. The toy was white with a red collar, with fur that looked so SOFT you could feel it with your eyes.