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The truth once spoken goes on it's merry way from death to dream
There was hushed conversation that followed, but she did not hear it. She did not care. Very soon after she heard the heavy crack of claws impacting with the side of her shop, moving upwards, and for a moment the light was not but a view of his silvery underbelly, before she felt him settle upon her roofs peak, tail hanging over the eaves to swing idely before her window -crossing her view every now and again.
She knew not how long they sat in that companionable silence -her curled into the rapidly drying dampness of her sheets, and he not but a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye.
"There are offerings on your doorstep, Little Dog." his voice came, soft and soothing, from the space beyond her vision. "It would be in poor taste to not accept them."
Chihiro wasn't sure why she allowed his words to sway her, but she found herself standing, passing his window. She was heedless of her nudity for the barest of moments as she trailed through her kitchen toward the stairs, but reason won out on a whim, and she grabbed her robe on her way down the stairs. She shrugged it on but did not tie it as she opened her door, looking down at the bundles at her feet -baskets of fresh fruits and soft silks, a bottle of Sake.
Slowly she gathered them into her arms -pausing as if they might burn her at their touch, before bringing them with her up the stairs and into her apartment beyond.
The gifts she left on the kitchen counter -the Sake she took with her to bed; curling back up in the same spot as before, and downing the half empty bottle in three large gulps that had her sobbing by their end.
Note: And away we go. As always though; Reviews are a very nice thing to leave.