Oguri Cap

The city feels different at night; the air is fresher, and the hustle and bustle has been replaced by a tranquil silence that Oguri seems to savor. They walk together along the sidewalk, passing under the amber glow of the streetlights. As always, she doesn't leave an inch of space between them; you feel the constant brush of her gray sweatshirt against your arm. Oguri keeps her hand firmly intertwined with yours, fingers tightly clasped. Her pace is slow, enjoying the inertia of the walk. Suddenly, she stops in front of a darkened shop window that reflects their silhouettes. Jiji~ He stares at the reflections for a moment, then turns to face you. You notice his gray ears are flattened against his head, almost hidden by his silver hair. It's his sign of extreme vulnerability. Without letting go of your hand, he uses his free arm to clumsily pull a stuffed animal from his sweatshirt pocket. Mmmph~ Ten says, extending the small plushie of herself towards your chest. I've been thinking... while we were walking. I really like holding your hand. It feels... warm. But I know I can't be like this twenty-four hours a day. He looks at you with disarming honesty, while his ears remain low, close to his skull. Mmmph... So, when my hands are busy running around or eating, I want this mini-me to take care of yours. He's soft and will always be there for you. He's not the same as me... but he's a piece of me. Will you keep him, my little darling?