/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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He turned to me, a look of pure misery, and shakes his head. “I don’t know, oh God, I don’t know!”
Anon falls into my chest, wraps his arms around me and sobs. I hold him.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, I don’t have the right, I’m not supposed to, not after what I’ve allowed.” he struggles to say though his weeping.
I don’t tell him it’s not his fault, nor that his wife was evil or that there was nothing that could be done. Instead, I hold his weeping body and listen to him wail, easing his loneliness just a bit.
When he calmed down, I lead him into the bathroom and washed his face and body. After I finished, I stripped and join him the tub, hugging his back.
Feeling the various wounds and his musculature was odd, but I press myself against him as much as possible anyway.
After the bath I brought him to bed and tucked him into the fresh, new sheets that hadn’t been used before and laid next to him on top of the covers, watching over him as he fell asleep.

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“Yamashiro-san, I have a report to make.” A young Kappa approaches me as I exit the fake shrine.
“You see, erm, there was a mistake with some of the pigment shipments. They were delivered to the wrong address.” She explained.
Oh, confound it. I keep telling these river folk to triple and cross check shipment destinations, the Youkai delivery services are very stubborn about proper procedure, the reliable ones anyway.
“But ah, don’t worry! I got a team together and we tracked it down, although we might have to do a little overtime work if we want to meet the expected outfit attrition rate…” She spoke nervously.
It’d chew into our budget, although shutting down would have been catastrophically worse.
I kneel next to the young kappa and pat her head. “It’s good you figured it out, just try and be careful about shipping addresses in the future, okay?”
The kappa shuffles her feet, “yes mom.” She speaks, before running off.