"If you would leave your shoes at the door," he offered, closing the door. It was Japanese tradition, after all, and while the house wasn't exactly Japanese, the insides were. The decor hadn't changed much since Selphie had last visited. There were a few more giant paper fans pinned to the wall, snow on bamboo designs. There was also a small bamboo plant with the shoots intertwining with one another. And of course, there was his first gift he'd received here: the Shingen fluff, a little red puffball with wiggly eyes and a pair of black horns that resembled his rival.