"Hey! Hey! Isn't it rude not to include me in your game?"
"The Theater Actor can't hold cards, right?"
"True! True! Ahaha!"
The goofy laughter echoed in my room. True, with his rounded hands, the Theater Actor couldn't possibly hold cards.
Wait, since when did I even have a stuffed animal like this in my house?
"I'm your sister's plushie! I'm not yours! Don't forget that!"
"...Hmm? Oh, right."
So it's Hina's.
She might own something like that. After we moved into the new house, Hina got her own room. I can't even enter without her permission.
It made sense. When we lived in our apartment, Hina had tons of stuffed animals, so I could imagine her room filled with them now. The Theater Actor's answer was so spot-on, almost like he knew what I was thinking in advance.
Still, it's weird that he's able to talk. How does it work?
"Hey, Theater Actor, how are you talking? Are you a speaker?"
