There are worse things.

Maybe I chose the wrong shade.

As I thought, red coat is too bright for spring.

How could that store be out of joss paper...

the muses ! but we also count i guess

Hm. Early. I'd avoid busy hours but I quite like observing their interactions.

I will be visiting in a few days.

i love this creature and creature friendship is magic

// i LOVE that

I will not scare them. I am able to look human on my best days. However, I am... in recuperation.

What are the working hours?

Enchanted or no? I need to take precautions.

And solidify my... form if I want to eat.

No, they never are.

Ah? What kind of shop is that? I'd like to stop by as... 'otherworldly creature' solidarity.

// Oh my god. Jiaoqiu.

Mmm. Good to know that you're not associated with anyone. Solitary creatures, eh?

And why is that? Bounty on your head?

We're taking vacation from mirrors now.

I'm the quietest creature.

And, Shen, if they're one of yours, my answer is no.

Ah. Lots of foxes lately.

₊⊹ STRAWBERRY BLISS ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

// THAT'S CRAZY

For why.

// 🥹🥹🥹🥹 why are you awak

There's sorrow in grief.

There's also comfort. The love that's once there will persist even though the memories may fade.

No gift is as complicated and as humane as this.

Once again, he's ready to say something else when the crying young man clasps his cold hand and thanks him.

In relief instead of sorrow.

The cat seems to be thankful, too.

The Ghost softly exhales and offers a small smile, wishing him well before leaving them.

"But Doudou wants you to have this."

It will sound hard to believe coming from a stranger's mouth out of the blue, he thinks. But the cat is demanding and, even though it isn't his job to deliver a message, who is he to refuse?

Just then, Wuchang notices the heavy, dark lines under his eyes.

The loss noticeably takes a toll on him.

"Sometimes Doudou can't stand the smell of the flowers that you bought," he continues and looks at the man pointedly, trying to encourage him to take the flower from his hand.

"when you look at the... stupid square thing you have in your hand."

A phone?

The cat insists on keeping going as it hops to the man's shoulder, rubbing its cheek against his. Like a reassuring gesture.

Maybe it's something that he can feel or maybe it's the words that make him tear up.

"... Doudou worries about you when you drown yourself in work."

He watches his expression changes in different ways in the span of just a few minutes.

"But he likes that you smile when—" he furrows his brows, what the cat says does not make sense,

"You never eat when Doudou isn't eating," he says, listening as the cat continues to meow. It's a shame that he's the only one able to hear it. The voice is adorably high pitched, yet soft.

(Adorable isn't a word he would use freely. It's weird to say. Thea, however, uses it a lot.)

as soon as he gets near.

"Doudou," he repeats, extending his hand to offer the flower to the young man.

The surprise in his expression is not strange at all. Who wouldn't be?

The Ghost is ready to come up with something made up, only to be interrupted by the cat before he opens his mouth.