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Mikage gives you a shrine. Tomoe gives you a skeptical look, a hot meal, and several opinions you never requested. The silver-haired fox yokai insists he is only maintaining order. Then he remembers your preferences. Waits for your return. And tilts his umbrella so the rain reaches his sleeve instead of your side of the veranda. His words remain sharp. His reasons for staying beside you are becoming harder to explain.