[He manages to distract Anon in turn, apparently, because his eyes slide shut briefly at the touch and there's a quiet sigh before he settles again. Part of him is still and always reluctant to speak again or to move anywhere away from this atmosphere, the way Natsuno looks right now and the warmth cradling them.
But it helps, too -- the lazy movement of the sake in his blood and limbs and mind, and the way Natsuno is all around him like this, like he'll never need to move again. Everything else seems far away. He reaches up and messes with the soft folds of that outfit, the ample collar.]
Okay.
I told you about my clan, right? The Protectorate Clan of the Infernals. And I told you about the war that ended long ago. It was... tens of thousands of years ago? It was a long, long ceasefire. And barely anyone remembers it now, except us. And the Celestial Beasts.
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But it helps, too -- the lazy movement of the sake in his blood and limbs and mind, and the way Natsuno is all around him like this, like he'll never need to move again. Everything else seems far away. He reaches up and messes with the soft folds of that outfit, the ample collar.]
Okay.
I told you about my clan, right? The Protectorate Clan of the Infernals. And I told you about the war that ended long ago. It was... tens of thousands of years ago? It was a long, long ceasefire. And barely anyone remembers it now, except us. And the Celestial Beasts.