I'm not as fond of it. ( as a good friend of mine, is an unfinished sentence, but xie bi'an strokes the umbrella in hands slowly and carefully, as though it has anything to do with the conversation (for it has).

he isn't as surprised by the confirmation of her species - he doesn't know oni as well as michiko would, for those hail from a country nearby, but only a fool wouldn't know of their mischief and evil-doings -, and while he should certainly feel fear, the concept itself is long lost to him.

so of course, there is little to stop him from approaching, running a gentle hand around the furniture, as though the place has suddenly become strange to him. )

That is quite kind of you. I suppose I can spare a moment of my days to pay this place a visit. ( this place, not you. they are, after all, still strangers. )