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In the few hours since he had arrived in the city, Kikkou had already seemingly drowned himself into the going festivities. True, he was also keen on finding his master, but there was always an allure when it came to opportunities to participate in such events, when a lifetime ago, if he was lucky, he could only watch.
That was why he was quick to procure not only a summer yukata while he wandered the streets, but also a pair of kebabs to relish along the way. In fact, he nearly choked on the first bite when his eyes met with an ominous figure up ahead--not out of surprise or shock, though. But delight. He had tried to call to him before he could finish swallowing.
Once recovered, he hurried closer. There was making no mistake, this was a fellow Danshi...one that looked far too stiff for his cheerful surroundings, at that.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” Kikkou could not hide the amusement in his voice while he circled around to Ookurikara’s front. “To what does this fine festival owe the pleasure of your looming shadow?”
He was joking, mostly, but it was most unusual to find the Date sword at such gatherings. Surely something interesting must have been the cause. Either way, he offered up his spare kebab.
“Hungry? I think you’ll find these are to die for.”