[ For the first time, he doesn't look too put-off when she ruffles his hair. There's even a reciprocation of her smile, pleased and genuine, before he hums his acquiescence with a short mm and starts walking again. ]
—This way, 's close.
[ And it is, in fact, close. It's an old, abandoned Japanese-style mansion by the water, tucked just at the base of the mountain that the river winds down from: a secluded place that seems deceptively beautiful, comprised of long, wooden hallways shrouded by weeping willows and overgrown shrubs.
It seems innocuous enough. Like something out of a Miyazaki film, if not for the strange littering of offerings that meet them at the gate leading into the mansion proper. Small wooden dolls draped in red, triangular bibs, lining the stone in a morbid array. ]
...Weird. Didn't hear about all these offerings. Must be the anniversary. [ OF WHAT, EN
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—This way, 's close.
[ And it is, in fact, close. It's an old, abandoned Japanese-style mansion by the water, tucked just at the base of the mountain that the river winds down from: a secluded place that seems deceptively beautiful, comprised of long, wooden hallways shrouded by weeping willows and overgrown shrubs.
It seems innocuous enough. Like something out of a Miyazaki film, if not for the strange littering of offerings that meet them at the gate leading into the mansion proper. Small wooden dolls draped in red, triangular bibs, lining the stone in a morbid array. ]
...Weird. Didn't hear about all these offerings. Must be the anniversary. [ OF WHAT, EN
OF WHAT ]