Cotton candy.
Bright pink wispy clouds of it, wound expertly around a paper stick.
Kikumaru held one, and so did Oishi.
The summer festival was as festive as it could get. Too festive, even. The goldfish-scooping stand had run out of goldfish. The takoyaki stand was running low on stocks. People were starting to leave, bored.
Oishi sighed and wiped his sticky fingers on his yukata.
"Oishi!" Kikumaru turned. His stick was bare. "Can I?"
Oishi handed him the stick in acceptance.
Kikumaru grinned and polished the stick off.
At least Eiji was there.
Even if there wasn't any left.
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