[Eventually Takatora does find Yoshitsugu, and he does not come empty-handed.
He has two freshly made hand towels on his person, both petal pink and fragrant. Feeling strangely, potently elated, he grins to see his friend napping in the sunlight as he sneaks over, aiming not to wake Yoshitsugu with his approach. He unwinds one the pink hand towels slung around his neck and drops it over his friend; laughing to himself in anticipation, Takatora curls up beside Yoshitsugu, tasting the cat-like lifestyle for himself.]
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He has two freshly made hand towels on his person, both petal pink and fragrant. Feeling strangely, potently elated, he grins to see his friend napping in the sunlight as he sneaks over, aiming not to wake Yoshitsugu with his approach. He unwinds one the pink hand towels slung around his neck and drops it over his friend; laughing to himself in anticipation, Takatora curls up beside Yoshitsugu, tasting the cat-like lifestyle for himself.]