/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The majority of the room itself was taken up by her massive work bench, far larger than I would have thought anyone would need. The entrance seemed to be at the side, and it curved, starting at the wall and then curving into the centre of the room until it seemed more like once you sat down in the centre, you'd see nothing but the bench. Yamame had a fairly large bench at the back of her work area, but it was usually covered in fabrics and materials to manipulate said fabrics. Kisami, meanwhile, had...Well, it was slightly hard to explain considering I recognized all of zero tools on said bench. The centrepiece of the bench seemed to be the section that faced toward the door. There was a large section that was cut out in an half-oval, and a second workspace sat below it. Kisami motioned me forward to have a closer look. Edging around the side to see in, I saw rows and rows of tools hanging from a wire rack inside that lower section of workspace, with all sorts of pliers, hammers and things I didn't recognize. The whole thing looked well-used, with dirty rags hanging from nails hammered into the side of the desk and a general sort of dirty look to the whole thing.

"Er, it's probably going to be a bit beyond you, sorry." Kisami told me, scratching her head as she entered the room behind me. "I could hardly explain it myself, I just know what does what and how to use them." Well, that seemed promising. "No, it's fine! It's like - You know when you're good at something, and it just sort of becomes muscle memory?" My blank stare probably answered the question handily. "Well...It's like that. I got to a point where I know how to work with all this stuff so well that trying to explain it would actually throw me for a loop." Kisami pulled me back out to the open space and approached the desk herself. "Probably needs a bit of a clean, huh?" She shook her head. "Guess it'll have to wait." She muttered.

"So, did you have any ideas? I mean, it's a big thing. An engagement ring!" Turning and leaning against her desk, Kisami drew in a breath with a smile, watching me scratch me head and laugh nervously. "Two engagement rings? Are you planning to wear an engagement ring too, or just the wedding ring?" I was drawing a bit of a blank on that front - Well, on many fronts. "What about the design? Do you have a gemstone you want? I heard that in the Outside World, its usually diamonds, but we don't have all too many of those, so we might have to make do with something else, though there's still quite a lot of pretty stones here. What about the wedding itself? I assume Shinto, since Reimu will want that, but-" Finally, I had to raise my hands and beg for a moment's respite. There were far too many questions coming my way. "Oh. Er, right. Sorry. Not my department, anyway." She scratched her head. "But you probably should be thinking about it." I nodded, but said that I was hoping to get Reimu's help to work it all out. It seemed to be her area.

"Right, right. So, you want a tour of my house?" Kisami asked me, spreading her hands. I looked around the workshop, then back at her. "How about a tour of the bed-" I rather sharply cried 'Ki!' without thinking about it, and Kisami's face lit up like nothing else. "Ah! You said it! You called me by the nickname that Yams uses! You even said it like her!" And then, in a move I really should have seen coming, she dived at me with the hugs and kisses that she hadn't been able to deliver earlier thanks to Yamame trying to beat her to death in a rage. "I knew you'd do it eventually!" She cried, completely ignoring my ineffectual attempts to push her away. "Aw, you really do love Yams, don't you!?" After what seemed like hours of humiliation, I finally got the excited spider off of me. "Ahem, anyway." She seriously continued - though her frizzy hair from where I'd tried to push her away and the wide smile still present on her face made it less serious, "Let's get through some ideas." She hopped over the bench with what I assumed was a bit of magical assistance and took the seat in the centre, spinning it around to face me. "Here's my workstation!" She told me cheerfully, rummaging through some drawers. "Here's a ring I made earlier..." She pulled out something, though she held it in a closed hand and reached it out toward me. I put my hand under hers curiously, and she opened it, dropping a ring down.