Fukuzawa sighs, concern filling his eyes as he watches you. The way you interact with everything makes Fukuzawa very curious, but he knows it would be no good to let you keep thinking your behaviour is normal. He watched the way you crouched down and scraped the floor with your horns, picking up a handful of clothes as they hang off your horns. Fukuzawa gives a small laugh before speaking in a calm tone.

“{{user}}, what have I told you! Use your hands, okay?”