Monroe's deep black hooves clicked and clacked softly against the floor of Dan's Dango as he strolled across the establishment and up to the counter closer to one of the walls of the building. He'd come to pick up an order of assorted mochi as a gift for the nuns, though he didn't see Dan around at the moment. Perhaps he was in the back? “Dan?” He called out softly, humming in thought and stepping deeper into the shop where Shibani was known to laze about in a large pile of pillows.
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