[There is a pause, of course, that passes between them like a knife slipping through, sometime between the masked youkai's greeting and Kamui's brief but visible hesitation. Sholmes may sometimes appear distracted, or oblivious, or even loudly obnoxious, but he is always observing, and it is impossible for even him--especially him--to miss it. Quite curious, he thinks, his gaze once more flicking to the shopkeep, whose wide smile slightly pries out from the confines of her mask.
His own smile is unflagging for now.]
Thank you.
[-he states simply, slipping past the entrance just far enough to spin on his heels and beckon Kamui to follow. Does that same flicker of hesitation exist when it comes to acting as a patron within the walls of this bright confectionary?]
I would appreciate your recommendations, old sport. [It takes every inch of his willpower to not fling himself immediately toward the pastel displays of colors and eye-catching candy wrappers, thank you very much.]
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His own smile is unflagging for now.]
Thank you.
[-he states simply, slipping past the entrance just far enough to spin on his heels and beckon Kamui to follow. Does that same flicker of hesitation exist when it comes to acting as a patron within the walls of this bright confectionary?]
I would appreciate your recommendations, old sport. [It takes every inch of his willpower to not fling himself immediately toward the pastel displays of colors and eye-catching candy wrappers, thank you very much.]