The cold water running into the distance murmured in the river under Tsuiraku's feet, and although his gaze was fixed on its surface, his thoughts were about something else entirely. "And why didn't fate decide that I should have been born with the curse of good luck instead?..." He muttered, wagging his tail with singed fur. Out of habit, neko talked to himself, complaining about life after a bad day. Last two weeks were extremely terrible and nauseating for him.
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