Why does this always happen to me... [ Deep in the recesses of his mind, he can still feel the irritating vibration and chiming of those stupid cat ears. If when he ever sees something like that in this futuristic hell, he's going to buy them just to throw them out in spite. ]

Ah, I...I think I know a family like that back home. [ He doesn't sound very sure, because Tama's not really sure where that memory is coming from, but the Suizenji and Oizumi both have ties to hashihime...right? And that's to say nothing about his own grandmother. There's no time for him to dwell on any that anyway, because Matoba is not the sort of person he feels he can let his guard down- especially what with the teasing making Tamamori blanch. ] But still, you must be a strong exorcist to have such a grasp on so many things, and to have a family backing you. [ He's assuming because, y'know, he's never met one and he sure hasn't forgotten the fighting with the isonade- why the heck can't he do magic, harumph. ] I'd hoped that wouldn't be the case, honestly. The yokai part, I mean. They're a problem in my time to those that know about them, but lessened due to modernization, so I thought maybe things might improve... [ Tama slips his arms in to his sleeves to cross them, brow wrinkled. ] ...but instead, they must be like a kodoku, as the jar of the world keeps shrinking.