Even so, he was a man that always spoke in that manner to begin with, so he may not have had any ulterior motives. Hating his overly self-conscious feelings, he gave into his shame.
“One day.”
Kusamakura replied curtly before running toward his home.
When he returned to the river bank, Shunshou was still there with the fox mask on his head. He was making a pinwheel he must have bought at one of the stalls spin round and round. He lifted his head when he noticed Kusamakura.
“Yo~ You went to the festival too?”
“No&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;”
Kusamakura wiped away his sweat and sat down by the river bank without saying a word about running into Misura, or being ridiculed. The pinwheel made noise when he heard a breath start to spin it.
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;sorry. I didn’t know anything.”
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;did you hear anything from anyone?”
Shunshou tilted his head vaguely at Kusamakura’s question. The beings around this area loved rumors and making fun of people. Shunshou must have heard that stupid story about him not knowing he didn’t have a face up until today.