[It's a non-answer, but. The lack of an answer is answer enough, in a way. Nakigitsune leans back against the couch, careful not to dislodge Namazuo's hand in doing so - he enjoys being able to feel things as well, after centuries of never being touched at all, and...there's a strange sort of comfort in knowing they're in your reach.]
...You can have mine.
[A fox print t-shirt for Namazuo...He might give him one anyway, later, as a gift.]
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...You can have mine.
[A fox print t-shirt for Namazuo...He might give him one anyway, later, as a gift.]