/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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“Ah, this scarf is itchier than ant colony! You’re sure this is the only other neck covering you had?”
Goro shrugged, “Sorry, my late grandmothers knitting doesn’t suit you, I’ll be sure to let her know next grave visit.”
“Tell her pink garments stopped being novel in her age while you’re at it, this thing Is so gaudy that I think it might loop back and come back in fashion!”
Bah, I couldn’t even flip this thing to green since that would mean matching with this pest’s attire.
Wouldn’t even have to wear anything if this guy chewing a chunk out of my neck hadn’t left a mark, he’d better pray it goes away.
Our mutual release from Eientei had taken frustrating long, that hospital hag kept wanting to run more tests and make sure we were ‘properly rehabilitated’. Ha, bet she just wanted to run more experiments on me and put more of a squeeze on this guy here so he wouldn’t go against her instruction.
Goro had insisted he address one of his business arrangements immediately, even tried dumping me at his house so he’d be free to put the moves on some of those Buddhist disciples! Well not on my watch! Ruining his personal life was the only way I had to pass the time while I needed him alive after all.
I speak ill of the place, which it deserves for being far up its own ass, but the Myouren Temple has its perks, mainly being full of fragile, dogma-brained big wigs as well as impressionable weakling humans and youkai. The perfect festering ground for flipping hierarchy, although many successful antics had gotten me banned from temple grounds. So, I made it a point to wave and shoot whatever gestures and expression I pleased at the disciples working here.
If Goro cared about this, he didn’t show it. I’m guessing he did and just didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of eroding his network AND seeing him upset over it, stingy stoic-looking bastard. Hey! You shitty Buddhists should take a look at this guy! Aren’t you supposed to not be bothered by crap you can’t control?
After taking a route that seemed to go on forever through the grounds, we finally found ourselves out of eyesight behind an old looking shed.
“Gotta say Goro-kun, I’m impressed that you forwent molesting me in the privacy of your own home to do it in this virtuous place instead! Nice inversion! Now do you want to strip first or should I? Oh, maybe we can strip each other?” I say, playfully tugging on my ribbon.
He smiles and knocks in a strange sequence on the shed, then as if out of nowhere, a girl wearing a short black dress and two sets of strange wings shimmers into existence.
“Nue, you social pariah, were have you been?” I say socking her on the arm.