"Natsume, I'm not particularly eager to see my own kind." Natori said with a sigh.
"Because I don't feel lonely, and besides, we can't talk." Natori Shuichi has always been gentle and kind, and Natsume can also feel the gentleness from him, but even Natori Shuichi, his attitude towards monsters is different from his.
Probably all the demon hunters that Natori knows are similar to him, or maybe he is the exception.
Instead of looking for people with whom he can't talk, it is better to stay in an environment that makes him more comfortable, even if he is an outsider in that environment.
Can't chat...
Natori Monday chewed over this sentence, such a simple sentence, and then rejected the open door of the demon exorcist.
Gentle, firm, looking at another world from afar without integrating into it.
"Just know that I'm not the only one in the world who can see monsters." It's enough for him to know that there are people who have the same scenery as him. He doesn't want to really get to know them.
After all, recognition is the first step to destroying the fantasy filter.
"It's great that Natsume doesn't feel lonely. It's great." Natori Zhoujie sighed sincerely.
"Where is Mr. Natori? If you feel lonely, confused, tired, and no longer want to lie with a smile... you can come to me." Natsume reached out and rubbed Natori Shuichi's hair. It felt very soft, as if it had been treated with high-end conditioner.
He sometimes felt that Natori was not as relaxed as he appeared to be. He was stiff, confused, and groping in the adult world.
Natori lay in bed on Monday and let Natsume touch his hair: "Isn't it a child's privilege to feel lonely?"
Adults should enjoy solitude and overcome loneliness.
Natsume laughed: "But I heard a saying that in today's society, it's just a bunch of children pretending to be adults and trying to hold on."
Natori Zhoujie didn't respond, but rubbed Natsume's hand again when he felt that Natsume's hand stopped, and Natsume gently played with his hair again.
He fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he seemed to be sitting on a tree, listening to the wind ruffling the leaves, stirring up the water in the pond, and then picking up a wisp of floral fragrance to his nose.
When Natori woke up the next day, he was still soft. He looked like he had received a full body spa and his bones felt softened.
I slept very comfortably.
"Did you sleep well, Mr. Natori?" Natsume asked when he saw Natori sitting up on Monday.
"Very good. What time is it now?" Natori Zhouyi rubbed his hair, making his already messy hair even more messy.
"Half past ten." Natsume wrote the last word and then stuffed the filled manuscript paper into a sealed bag.
"Oh...ah! Half past ten!" Natori Zhou was shocked.
Natsume paused for a moment, "Do you have any plans for the morning, Mr. Natori?"
Natori thought about it carefully for a moment: "No, but isn't this too rude?"
It's not enough to just stay at someone else's house, but sleeping there until 10 o'clock! How rude!
"It's okay. Mr. Natori must be very tired from work. Uncle Shige occasionally sleeps in during his holidays." Natsume didn't expect that Natori was worried about this on Monday. He waved his hand and told Natori not to worry, as they didn't care.
When Natori came back from washing up, Natsume had already placed Natori's brunch on the bedroom table: "Auntie Tachi thought Mr. Natori might be embarrassed to go downstairs to eat, so she asked me to bring it up."
"Thank you." Natori was indeed embarrassed to go down to eat on Monday.
"But where's your cat?" Natori asked after looking around and not finding Madara.
"The teacher was called away by Bing and the others. He might have gotten drunk and fallen asleep somewhere. That drunk cat, isn't he afraid of being eaten by some monster?" Natsume said viciously.
Natori was amused by Natsume's occasional sharp tongue.
After he finished laughing, he still had to face what he had to face. After avoiding a meal, Natori Zhoujie made sure that he was still as handsome as ever. He took the tray and went downstairs. After Aunt Tazi stopped him, he washed the dishes and said goodbye gracefully.
Natsume laughed for a long time, what a pretentious adult.
Madara came back in the afternoon. He really wanted to ask about the relationship between Natsume and Hei Xiangling. After Bing had filled his head with the concept of "shemale sister-brother love", he was really curious.
But the monsters repeatedly warned Madara not to ask, so as not to make Natsume sad.
Then Natsume looked at Madara, wanting to say something but stopping himself. If Madara was an ordinary cat, Natsume would suspect that Madara had urinated or defecated somewhere, or broken something, but Madara was not an ordinary cat, so Natsume suspected that his bank card had been swiped by Madara, or that the house title had been transferred to him.
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"What unrealistic things are you thinking about!" Madara jumped up and gave Natsume two paws.
Natsume caught Madara, scratched his chin, rubbed his head, and Madara became a soft rice cake in his arms.
"So what happened? Is there any way I can help?" Natsume asked with concern.
Madara wanted to ask directly, but he thought that Natsume would definitely tell C and the others, and C would not let him ask. By then, he would definitely be tortured badly by that woman C, so he decided to give up.
"No big deal, I just want to eat fried shrimp tonight." Spotted vegetables.
"Then we have to go shopping together."
"Let's go, I want to eat some steamed buns from Nanatsujiya!" Madara became excited when he heard that Natsume didn't refuse.
"...Teacher, have you spent all your pocket money again?" Natsume realized what Madara was thinking.
"That's because it's too little..." Madara felt a little guilty.
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