>>3556This is so freakin' cute it inspired me to scrawl down some New Years' fic.
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The postbox is filled with postcards.
Some few are from business associates, management, and distant relations. These lie in simple, but well-folded envelopes, waiting to be opened, nodded at, and filed away. They’re all pre-printed. Even without reading them, one can guess that they’re all adorned with horses.
There are horses on the other ones, too, albeit hand-drawn ones. The envelopes are hand-folded from tickets, newspapers, certificates, whatever humans have thrown out, or forgotten.
A small hand reaches out for them.
“Not now, Kitaro. We’ll look at them later, ok?” Gegero nods, gently wrapping the boy into a shirt. “We’re off to the shrine first.”
“Da.” Kitaro nods, sagely. Mizuki’s heart swells stupidly with pride, it isn’t even technically his child, but the quiet, observing tone in the boy’s voice has him impressed. Kitaro is growing into a quiet child, crying only under distress. Mizuki isn’t sure if it’s a youkai thing or not, but he appreciates it, all the same.
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