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Shiori shifted her grocery bags so that the weight was spread evenly on her scarred arms. Shuichi had promised to come help with the groceries, but it was such a lovely day that she hadn’t bothered to wait. The brunette paused by the gate to her little house, spotting a young woman staring at her phone standing in front. 

            ❝ hey-- ❞ he’s careful, but he reaches out, taking hold of her leg and lifting it up and over his head. ❝ if you want me to watch this movie with you, don’t put your feet in my face. ❞ she was practically sitting on his back, guess she must’ve thought it was comfortable or something-- and it wasn’t like he really minded all that much. ❝ could you also give me a few pieces of popcorn pleeeease. ❞ like a baby bird, he cranes his neck towards her, defeatedly opening his mouth since he can’t really manage to move his arms much. 

he can’t believe kurama talked him into this. biweekly card night with yusuke and kuwabara is one thing, but this ? he feels almost insulted as he waits for keiko to come closer to the tree in which he perches. he drops silently behind her and follows her for a few brief moments before clearing his throat to catch her attention.

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          “ Come on, Keiko! Ya know I’m more of a video game guy! Why can’t we just hang at the arcade for once? ”

He raised his shoulders in a mimicry of a human shrug. He had never wore a skirt himself, so he had no reason to disbelieve her or her experiences. If she said the current item she chose to wear was adequate at covering her in this weather, he’d believe she knew best. 

Still, he was a little concerned. Humans were so fragile in this kind of weather. He’d grown to genuinely consider Keiko a friend, if she fell ill or became injured because of this he’d feel guilty. 

He watched her play with the fabric, fondness clear in his gaze. He chuckled at her admittance that walking through snow proved a challenge; he could believe it. Though snow played no trouble to his gait, he had seen humans struggle with trudging through its path. Though he doubted she’d ask, he would gladly help her through it if necessary. “I can believe that.”

Truthfully he failed to see the attraction towards skirts before, when they were women (or men) posed for pictures, complete strangers to him. When Keiko spun, the edges of her skirt twirling in the breeze she’d made, he understood. 

She looked so free, and happy. As if she were dancing. 

He doesn’t hide his smile.

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Touya paused, the ice formed by his energy fizzling to a halt. The heat of the summer sun beat down on the nape of his neck, burning. The crackle of the block of ice floating in water was audible over Keiko’s disapproval.

He wasn’t used to this weather, true, but maybe trying to freeze a section of a local lake to submerge himself in it before he passed out wasn’t the best idea. 

Keiko had done a good job with her outfit for the masquerade. However, it was Kurama’s sense of smell that betrayed her, not his sense of sight. He hoped that he had done as good a job with his own mask. Temporary hair dye and a lot of hairpins disguised his most distinguishing feature. It was somewhat humiliating for a kitsune to have to go to such lengths to disguise himself...but Kurama had never been a good shapeshifter.