[He had gotten that, at the beginning, from his guardians, the Fujiwaras. He still gets it, even. You know you can tell us things, right? If something happens, will you say it? Oh, of course, of course—the requisite reassurances. And then Natsume comes stumbling home, covered in mud and raspberried elbows, waving it off like nothing more than daily shenanigans.
Of course, nearly being eaten by monsters is a daily shenanigan for him, but... you know.
To him, the logical move is to treat this much the same.]
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Of course, nearly being eaten by monsters is a daily shenanigan for him, but... you know.
To him, the logical move is to treat this much the same.]
Thanks. Hopefully nothing happens, right?