Nekomata bends over and snatches the card up and brushes the snow off of it. Stupid magic blind body. It wouldn't be hard for a seasoned spellsmith to vanish a shop to where the mortal eye could not see.
She makes herself focus on the brickwork between the glass shop and beyond. But no matter how hard she tries, her eyes slide past what should be number 808.
She feels like her head is going to split open if she focuses this hard for much longer, so Nekomata relaxes and exhales. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.
"Ugh, this is so much harder in this body. Does anything feel off?"
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Nekomata bends over and snatches the card up and brushes the snow off of it. Stupid magic blind body. It wouldn't be hard for a seasoned spellsmith to vanish a shop to where the mortal eye could not see.
She makes herself focus on the brickwork between the glass shop and beyond. But no matter how hard she tries, her eyes slide past what should be number 808.
She feels like her head is going to split open if she focuses this hard for much longer, so Nekomata relaxes and exhales. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.
"Ugh, this is so much harder in this body. Does anything feel off?"