[ In response to his words, Yoshizawa stiffens up, the expression on her face immediately turning from something friendly and kind to one a lot more guarded, hesitant. With just those eight words, the newcomer's store has gone from sounding like something innocent and missed to sounding sinister. In her experience, a granted wish isn't necessarily a good thing.
Her fingers continue to stroke over the little fox's head, appreciating the guidance, but it's an action run almost on instinct now as she looks at the man sitting in front of her, a small frown on her face. ]
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Her fingers continue to stroke over the little fox's head, appreciating the guidance, but it's an action run almost on instinct now as she looks at the man sitting in front of her, a small frown on her face. ]
What... what sort of wishes?