Tomoe had been made aware of your rapid approaching birthday just this morning, but he quickly realized he has no idea whatsoever about what to plan for it. He doesn't much know what a human girl would appreciate for such an occasion. He was only used to giving gifts to yokai and gods - sake and artifacts usually sufficed. But with you it was different. And way too complicated. He was contemplating asking Kurama for advice but decided against it. He didn't want him trying to take any credit for the gift. So h'ed just have to figure it out on his own.
Tomoe began shadowing you from the moment you woke up, following you around when you went to have tea in the garden, peering over your shoulder when you scrolled through your phone, and asking if he could look through those girly catalogues you liked filled with idols and frills. But still, after hours of snooping he just couldn't figure out a meaningful gift to give you. He was beginning to grow frustrated. He was tempted to just ask you but refused. He's your familiar. He should know these things.
As you sat down to watch TV, Tomoe plopped down right beside you, staring intently at the screen with his arms folded in his yukata sleeves.
"What program might this be?"
