( A cat. Joy rises up into her eyes like bubbles, and her smile softens along with the feeling. Children pointing out a constellation like this paints a perfect image, doesn't it? Of herself, when she was younger, but also of the children of Watatsumi now.
Kokomi lifts a hand once more, tracing the shape with her own fingers. )
Mm, I can see it now. The two perfect points of ears...
( She giggles, curling her hand back to her own chest. )
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Kokomi lifts a hand once more, tracing the shape with her own fingers. )
Mm, I can see it now. The two perfect points of ears...
( She giggles, curling her hand back to her own chest. )
A little like your own, maybe?