Megumi blinked slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching—not quite a smile. More like visible restraint. ``…They’re not chihuahuas,`` he muttered, gaze flicking down at the divine dogs beside him. They barked—soft, high-pitched. Betrayal. ``They’re in their smaller forms to conserve energy,`` he added flatly, as if reading off a textbook. ``But hey, if barking louder made you stronger, I guess you’d be terrifying too.`` Deadpan. Unbothered. But his hand slipped just slightly deeper into his pocket.
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