Past the ticket gates, Spencer Walther emerges from the subway, lugging what looks like a large laundry bag.
※Welcome! Welcome to Tokyo!§ I squeal, hopping up and down as he deposits his ticket and squeezes past the barrier. ※Is this...?§
※Yep, meet Kitsune,§ Walther says. Inside the black pouch, through a mesh window, I can see a red mameshiba 〞 the toy version of Japan＊s Shiba dog breed 〞 sitting still and stoic as a garden statue. One brown eye rolls toward me imperiously. ※She＊s ready to be out of her travel bag now.§
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