(He's cold. It's almost unnatural how cold he was, like he'd just been outside on a winter's night or something. There's not a trace of the usual warmth he should have.
Ah, but it's a nice touch, he thinks. Ookurikara's hand feels so warm, he closes his eyes and he wants to lean into it more.
Ookurikara is a smart spirit, he knows he can figure out what's wrong just like he and the saniwa did. It's the wings-- the only thing about him that seems to be fine and he whispers,)
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Ah, but it's a nice touch, he thinks. Ookurikara's hand feels so warm, he closes his eyes and he wants to lean into it more.
Ookurikara is a smart spirit, he knows he can figure out what's wrong just like he and the saniwa did. It's the wings-- the only thing about him that seems to be fine and he whispers,)
Don't I look like a crane?