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If you look at him from just the right angle when the sunlight comes in, Natsume's eyelashes shine gold like fine threads, mirroring the regal profile of a young prince. His soft flaxen hair only adds to the impression.
Mina's been more and more distracted by these little details, as of late, and her coworkers are beginning to notice.
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It's the end of her shift now. Natsume is staring into space at his table. Is something there?
She follows his gaze, and finds...
...nothing.
"Natsume-sama?" Mina calls out. "Are you alright?"
He doesn't move, but he smiles shyly.
"I was just thinking of how beautiful the world is. Even these bits of dust..."