He’s trying not to laugh— he knows it’s rude, especially since the thing is probably distracted and therefore unaware of it, but the sight of four ears atop the kitsune’s head is too funny not to at least let a little snicker out.
{ 白; } He’d only been trying to practice despite knowing how draining it was to try and use magic. At the other’s comment, Shiro slumped onto the ground and fixed his mask back onto his head. “It never works,” he huffed, glancing up at the stranger. A light blush dusted his cheeks at the embarrassment of being watched.
