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Inari sat in a chair, running his fingers over the pages in a book, feeling the small bumps that signified words and letters. He heard the knock on the door and stood, making his way over to it. He felt around for the lock. Normally he wasn't one to open the door without knowing who was behind it, but he figured it was the men delivering his slave. He heard a yelp and a gruff voice and frowned as he opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked quietly, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Inari nodded. "Oh. I see. Well thank you." he said. He heard footsteps of the men walking away and smiled at person he could hear breathing outside the door. "Here, come in." he said gently, motioning for him to come in. "What's your name?" he asked, closing the door gently behind him.

Inari locked the door once more and turned to face Ikuto. "My name is Inari, please feel free to call me that." he said quietly, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what to do next. "Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly.

Inari smiled and went into the kitchen. He felt around until he found the sink and then he knew where he was. "Well, what would you like?" he asked. True he couldn't see, but he was adept enough to cook for himself.

Inari thought for a moment. "Well, the only thing I have in the way of fish at the moment is canned tuna. But I have plenty of milk." he said. "I guess I'll have to start keeping fresh fish in the house now." he said. He made his way to the fridge and pulled out the jug of milk, setting it on the counter before reaching out and feeling the corners of the cupboards. Each had a small sticker on it, listing what was in it in braille. He found the one he was looking for and pulled out a glass. He grabbed the milk jug again and unscrewed the cap before pouring it into the glass, using his finger to judge how close it was to the top. "Here. You'll have to come get it." he said, and his cheeks turned a bit pink. "I uh...don't know where you are." he admitted.

Inari smiled, hearing the noises Ikuto was making. He put the milk away and leaned against the counter. He stared at the neko for a moment before asking his next question. "Ikuto...what do you look like?" he asked hesitantly.

Inari was surprised by the way Ikuto's ears felt. "They're so...soft." he murmured. He brought his hand down gently from Ikuto's ears down to his face, brushing his fingertips over the neko's cheeks, his eyelids, his lips. "You feel like you look handsome..." he murmured shyly.