Tohru felt warmth grow inside of her as she sighed gratefully.
But she wondered who gave it and when she finds out, she would always promise to take care of them. Suddenly, she remembered her mother once again when she is always giving her gifts. But now the only way to see her is visiting her grave.
She looked downcast at her feet as her frown began deepening.
She glanced back at the gift cupped in the palm of her hands. This time, she would try to keep it.
She got up to her feet and dusted off her skirt as she clipped her chestnut brown hair behind her ears. Opening the door to get some rest and lay in her bed, she found Kyo beginning to walk upstairs this late at night.
Kyo rubbed his hands as he nodded his hands approvingly. His face was still like always, grouchy and blank.
As he heard the door open, his eyes widened and he turned around, seeing Tohru with her surprised expression plastered on her face just as his.
Tohru looked down at his hands . . . they were covered in glitter.