[An incense shop. Kamui guesses that much the moment they go through those curtains: one step inside fills the nose with the lingering, overlapping spicy-sweet scents of candles and incense. The shopkeeper youkai gives the two of them a polite smile and nod-- their gaze lingering on Kamui, eyes searching, for an additional moment before they lead the way.
It's nice, thinks Kamui, as the youkai slides their door shut. He sits seiza on the pillow across from Hibiki; exhaling with a soft sigh, it's like he's already releasing some of this built-up pressure.]
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It's nice, thinks Kamui, as the youkai slides their door shut. He sits seiza on the pillow across from Hibiki; exhaling with a soft sigh, it's like he's already releasing some of this built-up pressure.]
Some tea instead, if you like.
[He only drinks with company, really.]