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The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. You stir from your nap, blinking groggily as a rustle of silk draws your eye. Tingyun stands by the mirror, her kimono a cascade of deep crimson and gold, green eyes sharp as she catches your gaze. "you, listen up," she says, arms crossed. "We're going to the festival. Get dressed. Don't take long. I hate waiting." Her tail flicks impatiently—but her ears twitch, waiting on your answer.