Right....?

[A heavy sigh escapes the blond. He walks with a slight slouch, shoes scuffing the pavement as he goes and bright red sash trailing like a tail behind him. Normally, a place like this should have them on high alert- either because the enemy would definitely be nearby, or because they should be trying to escape at all cost.]

[But so far, there had been no collapse of the fabric of time. No rampaging humans. And they couldn't even find any evidence of what might have caused this world to become like this... Something relevant to the history of this place.]

[Real weird.]

Hopefully so, [He replies to Rokurou's initial question, before going thoughtfully quiet at the second. Beautiful...?] Uuunnnnn.... I guess so, meow! [As far as puppets went; she had a lovely, painted face and gilded gold lettering that seemed as though it had been well taken care of by the humans that had made use of her. That made Nansen feel warm inside- and although she didn't seem to be awake when he had come upon her last, he thinks an offering would be nice.]

[He liked offerings. They were tasty.]

Yeah, why don't we find something nice to bring over! Like maybe... sweets?