Ukon preened. "Of course I'm a nice puppet! I am a masterpiece by Unosuke Koizumi III! And this guy," he pointed at Sakon with his thumb, "is the grandson of the Tachibana Zaemon, who is a national treasure! Not that he'd be any good without me, of course." He looked behind Toki, though. "What are those?" he asked, confused and somewhat disgusted. "They look like moving mochi."
Sakon looked at Ukon then at Toki and the creatures behind him. "Ah, sorry," he said, smiling a little. "You probably haven't heard of us, either."
"How could he not!?" Ukon demanded, his pride obviously wounded. "And, you didn't answer," Ukon continued, pointing at Toki. "What are those?"
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:20 am (UTC)Sakon looked at Ukon then at Toki and the creatures behind him. "Ah, sorry," he said, smiling a little. "You probably haven't heard of us, either."
"How could he not!?" Ukon demanded, his pride obviously wounded. "And, you didn't answer," Ukon continued, pointing at Toki. "What are those?"
"Ukon, don't be rude," Sakon chided.