Oh, [Natsume says, and if he had any inclination to keep on passing by, it recedes completely in all of his body language. The inclination to bend down and take a box supersedes, instead, and seems entirely automatic. He doesn't look ruffled or cajoled, but he's not outbursting and enthusiastic, either. He is just mildly genial, and very... very, very polite.]
Where is it you'd like me to take this, ma'am?
[A boy of slight build and apparently crafted to be this gentle, he already gives off the atmosphere of someone who's prepared to do this until nightfall.]
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Where is it you'd like me to take this, ma'am?
[A boy of slight build and apparently crafted to be this gentle, he already gives off the atmosphere of someone who's prepared to do this until nightfall.]