/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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What a pain. I basically have to stay close to this woman all hours of the day, feed her, shelter her, take her with me on business that she’ll ruin if it’s not her kind of ‘fun’, and I also have to go around with her. Is this what marriage would be like? A spoiled, grumpy little sister who demands everything beat to her own drum?
That last bit about following her on whatever she does didn’t sound half-bad though. I could probably find some clues on who sic’d her on me and having more info on the business of a Youkai was always useful. Plus, who knows what I could throw her at if things got hectic, turn this whole ordeal into another 1% advantage against Yukari.
“Deal.” I tell her.
For a moment her tired eyes look surprised. “Guess you’ll get along with anyone who pulls your leash.”
“All that was a small price to pay for getting you out of my hair.” I say in a friendly and sardonic tone.
“Hey hey hey! I’m the one who brought you here after you took a chunk outta my neck!” She said, pointing to her bandage.
“It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep you hands off me and got poisoned as a result. Serves you right! Oh, if this thing leaves a scar when this is all over, I’m gonna bury you.”
“I thought you liked human bite marks.”
“Look how good you are at remembering things about me.” She said, rolling her eyes. “You wouldn’t stroll around the village with a big hickey, would you? Everyone’s going to ohh and ahh, like ‘Seija ain’t so bad if she let’s a human tear her neck out, lets ask her out’, seriously it’ll be so bothersome. In fact, let me see here…” She says, reaching for my neck.
“Ah, it’s there, a buncha little scars where I sunk my teeth into yer neck! You’re gonna look like such a chump at your little get togethers now!” She said, grinning through the same sharp teeth that did the deed.
“What’s the difference? It still reflects poorly on you to.” I ask.
“The difference is you gotta explain it, while I can just lie about it since any weak Youkai could’ve done it.” She said, waving her hand dismissively.
“Now stow it and let me get some sleep. I want to get out of here as soon as possible and there’s no way I’m gonna manage that in the stuffy room they had us in.” She said, pulling most of the blanket to herself and swaddling herself closer to me.
I look over to the rabbit nurses who merely waved their hands in a way that said ‘don’t mind us, take your time!’