/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45541661
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It was thrilling to see Hana's flabbergasted at Yuuka's high note gift. Truth be told, I felt jealous of her presentation and the pure grandioseness behind her gift when compared to my more humble approach—my present was a prayer book I wrote myself and that should help Hana to develop a closer relationship with her god as a bearer of his blessing—, but it soon subsided as the most important thing was to make Hana happy, not quarrel about who gives the best present.

We flocked around her and Yuuka to analyze more closely the flower and compare its beauty to Hana's—Aya said those lovable words as she snapped pictures of the sweet shrine maiden holding the pot, blushing, and having this exhilarated expression. Adorable~—while others, namely a wide-eyed Suzu, eagerly asked Yuuka questions about the story and nuances of the gift. Mima applauded Yuuka and Marisa snickered with a pout, complaining about stealing the shine of others' presents; Sana and Sara appreciated the 'pretty bloom', their eyes shining as they leaned on Hana. The Flower Master, despite her reputation, shook and blush, trying her hardest to stay composed but clearly affected.

I approached Hana, and she immediately pushed the flower pot to my face. "Sanae, look~it's s-so pretty! I don't even know what to say!" I giggled at the movements, Hana showing me all sides of the flower, which seemed to shine brighter with the praise and smiles.

Yuuka glared with barely concealed jealousy, but a Suzu moved by scholar's curiosity kept her from moving. It was all immensely cute to see the otherwise intense Yuuka Kazami uncapable of escaping the clutches of the petite, harmless and rather intoxicated angel.

"A flower to a flower~" Aya said, lowering the camera, the play with words getting Hana to snicker as a small child. "Seems like it's high time for present unwrapping! Lucky you, Hanarin, if this is something to go by," she points at the flower. "Then your other presents will be just as juicy!"

"Oh, speaking of which—Aya, come with me," Alice intervened, catching the crow by surprise by grasping her hand. We watched as the technically fastest being in Gensokyo got dragged to an adjacent room out of view, Shanghai the doll following. Confused, Hana gawked at me for guidance… I shrug.

"Sometimes ladies need their alone time, you know?" Mamizou interfered, smug and admiring the flower, words causing Hana to blush and gaze at the door. Aunn came too, sniffing the cute flower.

“You can’t make cute babies like that.” Tewi approached too, an evil eye on the dog. I fear for the Komainu's future and the pranks reserved there.

"Don't fill her head with junk, tanuki!" Mima scoffed, 'walking' to us, Marisa joining Suzu to hype Yuuka, much to the Flower Master's chagrin—and deep red blush—; the tanuki giggling. "They're looking for a letter, if I'm not mistaken."

"Whatever you say, Goddess-sama~" Mamizou shrug.

"A letter?" Hana asked, patting Aunn's head, her wagging tail hitting the side of the young miko's leg. All the more silly were the five dolls sitting on top of her head and mirroring her curiosity.

"Nothing special." Hm… it wasn’t the whole truth, but the 'goddess' was hard to read, so my intuition might be failing me. "Still, we should sing 'Happy birthday to you' and slice the cake before opening the gifts—Yuuka is so precocious… She's drunk, after all," she huffed, eyeing our drinks. "Hmpf, poisoning your bodies willingly. I'll never get it."

"Well, yeah, you'll never get it—you're ghost." Sana points out, Sara nods.

"And no legs, so no way to get out after it gets in." Sara points out, Sana nods.

—A knock on the door: "Coming!" Marisa yelled, pouting. Another guest…? Saddens me Kanako and Suwako-sama couldn't come. They had such cute gifts for Hana.

Mamizou laughs on her palm, Hana is trying hard not to burst into a fit of laughter—drunkenness doesn't help at that—, Tewi looks proud of her… sisters? Daughters? Cousins? Aunn pats an intense-looking Mima's arm, as does the flock of therapy dolls.

I sport a small smile.

The door is opened, the sound overlapping conversation and laughter, everyone giving the smallest of glances—

Yukari Yakumo stands there, parasol over her shoulder, illuminated by faint moonlight, towering over Marisa—

—who slams the door shut, turning to us wide-eyed—

Behind her, a gap opens as if a wound, consuming the door with bloodshot eyes. Yakumo walks through casually, hands falling on Marisa's shoulders, and if before she looked menacing, her monolithic stature over the pregnant woman sent off widespread shivers, sobbering anyone not dense enough to understand what is happening here: "My~quite the rude host you are: slamming the door shut in the face of a guest? Is that because I have no gift in sight? Oh, silly me~" a gap opened by the gift table, the house quaking when a beautifully wrapped-up present, bigger than the table and the pile combined, fell out of it. “There~now we can start this party!”

>>45023923
if that little rock is actually a magical communication device that can communicate with Anon, don't activate it. Custom made things like these by Yukari are kept track of, and Goro-san doesn't want the gap-youkai Yukari "I'll kill you but not in the flirtatious manner" Yakumo on his neck, right?
or maybe he does; he and Seija could use a rope-bridge moment to help skyrocket feelings
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>>45023945
2 months and she's head over heels. The unspoken attraction of a suicidal man is just too much for the reverse youkai