

Kenta didn't know what to do here. He just stood there, dumbfounded.

She shuffled a bit, trying not to look at him. Her voice and face held a careful neutrality, hiding any pain she might have felt. "Anyway, I should...get back to the movie before anyone realizes I'm gone."

Kenta clenched his fist at his side, trying to regain the confidence he felt before. He brought his eyes back up to her and put up his same old smile, or as best he could. He nodded, holding back any tears, though the ones from before still stained his cheeks when they caught the light of the streetlamps.
"Alright..." He said as normally as he could. "I'll see you soon..."



Her anger should have been hot, like fire, but it wasn't. It rubbed her innards like salt and settled like cold ice in the pit of her stomach.

"She... Just wants to help. Nee-chan is nice and..." He stopped and shook his head. "Shay, whats gotten into you? You sound... bothered... Angry at... I don't understand. What did I do wrong now?"


"We... Met about a week ago I think... She... Just wants to help me. Nee-chan is the future Okami. Some kind of... Kitsune God. I don't get it, but she... She can help me. She saw I was troubled and... Just wanted to help me..."
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