(mugetsu too doesn't escape the stains, the little white tube being also drawing the tiniest hearts at the bottom of the door with the brush-like tail he has.

he offers a sincere smile to the other, patting his hands even if that does nothing to remove any of the paint.)

Doing what I can to. The store is still nowhere around, so I have no other choice but to make the place feel at least a tiny bit like home. (he gestures towards the door.) I heard from Mizuhashi that magic showed itself in a dream. Hopefully, if they are ever back permanently, I'm already a step ahead.