Kubo looks around, excited suddenly to be so close to where home used to be. Yes, the locals are speaking that same dialect Miku does, the signs and script are familiar.
But as he's looking around, a black cat with a patch on its forehead like a crescent moon suddenly uses Kubo's head as a launching pad to jump into America's arms, while a white cat with the same mark rubs up against Miku's legs rather more forcefully than most cats do.
"Hey!"
Meanwhile, the salesfolk are only becoming pushier, one going so far as to grab America's arm and tug her towards their store.
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Kubo looks around, excited suddenly to be so close to where home used to be. Yes, the locals are speaking that same dialect Miku does, the signs and script are familiar.
But as he's looking around, a black cat with a patch on its forehead like a crescent moon suddenly uses Kubo's head as a launching pad to jump into America's arms, while a white cat with the same mark rubs up against Miku's legs rather more forcefully than most cats do.
"Hey!"
Meanwhile, the salesfolk are only becoming pushier, one going so far as to grab America's arm and tug her towards their store.
"Really, young lady, step inside -"