“Hey, you dropped this.”
“Huuuh&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;what, oh, it’s you.”
Being slightly tipsy, her face was smiling softly, but when she saw Kusamakura she frowned. The cat shook her head in protest as she hugged her shamisen.
“What do you want? Jeez, I was in such a good mood too, and you had to go ruin it.”
The cat’s breath reeked of alcohol as she hurled her harsh remarks. He didn’t recall doing anything to her that would make her treat him this way, especially since even she was currently in a human form, the same as him. It made him angry. Kusamakura held out the thing the cat dropped, regretting showing her some kindness.
“I don’t know if it’s a spatula or a pick, but here.”
She seemed to have been playing her shamisen earlier with her fingers, but normally one would play with a pick. The metallic thing Kusamakura picked up looked like the picks he saw in books. The cat’s eyes widened at Kusamakura’s words. Those eyes shone a golden color as her vertical pupils widened. Her eyes looked as if she was aiming for her prey, or ready to hara.s.s him, so Kusamakura reflexively drew back.
“Oh&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;hohohoho.”
The cat doubled over in a high-pitched laughter, covering her mouth with her sleeve.