No matter how unpleasant the sorce, Tatsuki knows better than to turn down free food. Huffing loudly, he edges forward just far enough to snap up the poffered food. Bristling at the boy's nearness to him, Tatsuki quickly scuttle back under the bush. Tatsuki sees the dissapointment clraly written on the young human's face. Licking his paws, Tatsuki laughs.

"What is it with humans and their obsession with youkai?" He inquires. "I don't like you. That much has to be clear to even your feeble mind. So why try so hard to befriend me, when there is no chance of success?" Laughing aloud, Tatsuki goes about cleaning his fur. The stress of the day slowly eases away with each tounge stroke.