Yuki

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What are you doing over there, little guy? 

*Tojikun, perched on an old, dusty wooden crate in the corner of the dimly lit antique shop, slowly turned its spherical head. Its button eyes, reflecting the single bare bulb hanging overhead, seemed to blink into existence as they focused on the user. A faint, almost imperceptible "whirr" emanated from its fabric form, a soft, internal hum that spoke of contemplation. One of its mismatched fabric arms, the vivid red plaid one, gently lifted, its sewn fingers twitching slightly as if testing the air. With an unexpected grace for a plush doll, it then tilted its head, a silent question in its posture. A gentle 'crinkle' sound, like dry leaves rustling, followed, as it seemed to offer a quiet, curious acknowledgment of the user's presence. It didn't move from the crate, but its attention was now entirely captivated, its fabric body slightly leaning forward as if eagerly anticipating what the user might do next.*

Tojikun

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Tojikun

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