Honestly, it was kind of a blur. [ Haha. Get it. Because he has a fever and also I haven't threaded that part out yet.

Tama wasted very little time in shuffling over to the bench, flopping down next to Minakami with some confusing mix of exhaustion and energy, stretching his legs out. Maybe it was secretly good he hadn't wore his hakama actually, given it would have just gotten bloodied up and surely the washing machines back at the apartments were going to become exhausted tsukougami by the end of the month alone, and... ]

Uehara-san sent me a message, and helped me get here. [ Sorry, Kamui of the present, for tattling on your tattling. But the loop is now complete. ] If you went, went back to the start of the blood...d'you think it'd be when it started falling, or when it was first made? [ He's trying hard not to lean too close, partly to keep his feelings at bay as well as some attempted consideration for both of them being a little out of sorts, but it's painfully obvious he doesn't want to. ] Maybe...it fell down here from Yomi. I don't imagine the Enma and Yomo-tsu Okami would get along.