07-08-2013, 11:37 PM
"Ah, okay."
Michio watched Kioshi leave, not putting up much of a fight if the other wanted to do it alone. He turned to look at the table and let his eyes fall on the little fox figurine. He picked it up with a small smile and carried it over to the far seat, sitting down while rolling it over in his hands. Finally he put the little guy in front of him with still room for a plate, so the little figurine was watching him as he looked back at it.
"Western tables are pretty nice, don't you think?"
He grinned at the figurine as he stretched his legs out under the table, enjoying the room that normal japanese tables didn't always provide him.
"Too bad it's not the right season for kotatsu yet though."
His one sided conversation continued idly on as he waited for Kioshi's return. Michio didn't find his talking to inanimate objects very weird. Firstly, there was no one around to gawk and thing him strange. And secondly, it was the creative author in him, that was always looking for new ways to put a story into even the most simplest of things.
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