[It's not like they're going anywhere; Chikusa waits patiently while Nanako recalls the words. They're a familiar cadence when she says them, a strange weight that curls tight into his being, and he's familiar with the pull that dissolves his body, whisking it away...]
[The purple cat-eared hat which settles on Nanako's head seems to bring with it a dark memory that is thankfully short.]
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[The purple cat-eared hat which settles on Nanako's head seems to bring with it a dark memory that is thankfully short.]