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17967 No. 17967
It took only a brief explanation of what penning your own vows would entail to stir a great enthusiasm in Yuyu, and surprisingly enough, a certain degree of bashfulness to accompany it. She suggested quietly that each of you find the place best suited to helping you think, and so, after a light admonishment not to peek at her writing, and a sweet parting kiss, you found yourself taking a calming walk through the marshland. Yuyu, you're sure, has already settled into the branches of the Saigyou Ayakashi.

For you, however, the old clearing is calling out.

A smile creeps along your face as you step into the small glade. It hasn't changed much at all from the first time you set foot in it, when you met Lyrica here all those years ago. There are still patches of purplish grass pushing through the muddy ground, still enough leaves overhead to splinter the sunlight into little roving shafts that illuminate the clearing just so. Padding over to a particularly thick root, you sit yourself down and relax.

Retrieving a pen and pad from storage in your jacket, you settle into the tranquility afforded to you by the stillness of the swamp, and let the words flow.

---

Gods, you're nervous.

"Gods, I'm nervous."

"You're getting married at our shrine, so stop worrying so much. You're under our protection," Kanako offers from her spot behind the temporary altar erected before the entrance of Moriya Shrine. She and Suwako have taken it upon themselves to stand at Sanae's flanks for the ceremony, as a sign of blessings for your marriage to Yuyu. You hadn't found reason to decline this, given that you'd never attended a wedding where actual goddesses had been present.

"It's natural to be nervous at your first wedding though, Kanako," Suwako speaks up cheerily. "I was blushing like a schoolgirl at my first marriage. It wasn't until the sixth or seventh that I was used to it. Of course, marriage back then was different, and mine wer--"

"No," Kanako interrupts harshly, sending her fellow goddess a sharp glare, "you are not telling that story here! It is not even remotely appropriate for this occasion!" Regrettably, the blazing red blush that's creeping along Kanako's cheeks dampens the effectiveness of her stern tone considerably.

"Come now, Kana, don't be a prude." Suwako smiles slyly, and licks her lips suggestively.

"Nobody here wants to hear about the orgy you had after your ninth wedding!"

"Nonsense, it's a valuable tale full of wisdom for those getting married!"

You venture to mention that you weren't actually speaking to them, but the two goddesses are soon locked in another of their usual squabbles, which Sanae does an impressive job of ignoring, watching for the first sign of Yuyu with eagles eyes and an unparalleled focus. She really is putting her all into this - she even dug out a set of elaborate ceremonial robes, complete with sleeves that actually cover her shoulders. At least she's taking this seriously.

"Come on, kid," a reassuring hand suddenly gives your hair a ruffle, "relax. I've known you and Yuyu long enough to know that Yuyu will love this; as long as she marries you, she's going to be perfectly happy no matter what happens. You don't need to worry."

You glance over at Komachi and flash her a grateful smile, feeling some of the tension drain away. Just having her around always does wonders for helping you relax.

"You're right." You get your hair back in order as she withdraws her hand. "Besides, I've got you here to watch my back, right?"

Komachi just grins and gives you a thumbs-up in affirmation. The simple gesture bestows a surprising amount of confidence upon you, more than usual, even; maybe it's because of her attire. With her hair pulled back into a single ponytail instead of her usual twintails, and wearing that tailored suit, she cuts a remarkably dashing figure. She even bound her chest, although given her impressive figure, this doesn't accomplish much. Either way, you can spot a number of the guests in attendance sneaking stares at her, and you can even see Alice near the back of the throng, looking particularly pleased with her handiwork.

Abruptly several bursts of white light flare from atop the pillars lining the shrine path, and the assembly falls into a hush as small white motes of light rain down and pop harmlessly or sail away on the wind. Komachi nudges you a little and straightens up.

"It's starting."

You nod, and take a deep breath to prepare yourself. As off to one side the Prismrivers begin to play a tune softer and more restrained than you've ever heard from them, the first sign of the bride's procession comes into view. The bridesmaids ascend the steps of the shrine, first Chen, then Ran and Youmu side by side, and lastly Yukari as the maid of honor. All of them are clad in simple, loose white sundresses, foregoing all their usual accessories; Chen isn't wearing her or earrings, Youmu and Yukari have forsaken their ribbons, Youmu has let her long hair down, and all of them, even Ran, have removed their hats. It's a very simple look for such a ceremony - even Yukari is only discernible as the maid of honor by her position in the procession and the bouquet she carries - but it's a refreshing simplicity with a charm of its own.

The four bridesmaids tread softly down the center of the shrine path, between the two groups of benches that have been set up for the guests, and take their places to one side of the altar. The next part of the procession should be the flower girls, and sure enough, the two of them come into view... oh, wow. Now that's a minor miracle. Up the stairs come Lily White and Lily Black in much the same attire as the bridesmaids, and Black isn't visibly angry at her sister. White practically skips down the aisle, casting cherry blossoms high in the air as she goes, while Black moves with a more sedate walk, scattering her own basket of cherry blossoms with much less verve. You're kind of amazed Black would agree to fill a role usually assigned to young girls, actually.

The almost-twin sisters finally take up their positions next to the bridesmaids. At long last it's time for Yuyu to come down the aisle, and a mixture of eagerness and anxiety grips you. With bated breath you wait for her to appear, and when she does...

Your breath halts entirely.

Yuyu is radiant. Her dress is a simple garment to match her bridesmaids, but it follows her figure in a much more flattering way, and dips low to the ground to flow with each step, creating the illusion that she is floating. Around her waist a tinted ribbon has been tied such that it looks almost as though Yuyu has been gifted with a pair of small butterfly wings. A pair of elegant gloves reach from her elbows down to her hands, which are clasped demurely in front of her. Gliding down the aisle, almost glowing in bright light of the sun, the pure white of her dress against her perfectly pale flesh, and the fluttering veil hiding her face from view, she looks more ethereal and ghostly now than she ever has before.

She's beautiful.
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>> No. 21910
>>21901

The idea is to bring Patch back not kill him with moe.
>> No. 21911
>>21910
Regular Wriggle doesn't seem enough, so I went a step up, using Wriggle by the best Wriggle artist.
>> No. 21919
>>21910 is right! that is a bit too much!
>> No. 21938
PAAAAATCHHH, WEEEEE WAIIIIITEEEED FOOOR YOUUUUUUU.
>> No. 21940
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21940
All's fair in love, war, and trying to resurrect dead writers.
>> No. 21941
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21941
I support this effort wholly. Come back, Patch.
>> No. 22000
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[X] Well... maybe just a little bit... ♥

***

You sigh theatrically, and give your wife's hair an affectionate ruffle.

"You really are insatiable, you know that?"

"Maybe so, but I'm not hearing you say no," she replies in a sing-song whisper, gently bumping her nose against yours for emphasis.

"I suppose not," you concede with a grin. Running a hand slowly and softly down her back, you draw a small shiver from her, and bring your hand to rest lightly against her hip. A gentle squeeze is all it takes to confirm your intent, and earn you a satisfied sigh as she shifts to lay her head against the crook of your neck..

"You never do say no..."

"Can't help it." Closing your eyes, you bury your face in her hair, the silky pink strands tickling as they brush against your skin. The faint scent of cherry blossoms - her scent - washes over you, and you breathe deep. "I love you."

"Love you too," she whispers, the mischief draining from her voice.

Slowly, reluctantly, she releases you from her loose embrace, and draws her hands down your body; one comes to rest against your chest, even while the other glides further downward, slipping easily into your pants. Your breath catches in your throat as her delicate fingers run lightly over your flesh, and wrap carefully around your length. The gentle squeeze she gives you becomes a series of firm strokes, each warm, measured movement coaxing you to harden further. A quiet giggle escapes her as your erection begins to strain against the confines of your shorts, and she playfully slides her fingers toward your tip, teasing it with a feathery touch that sends small shivers running through you.

"What's got you laughing?" The small moan you bite back terminates your question with an awkward mumbling that only makes her laugh a little harder.

"It feels," she pauses to giggle again, "it feels so cute at this size!"

"Yuyu." You shoot her a dirty look, though she's too busy stifling her giggles to notice. Once she has herself calmed down a bit, she gives you another light squeeze.

"It's just the right size for me right now," she murmurs at last, her tone softening considerably. The hand on your chest slides its way down your body, taking hold of your pants and easing the waistband down while she uses her other hand to draw your erection out. A strong warmth runs through your veins, causing you to throb in her grip as she places her free hand against one of her thighs and carefully hikes up her dress, slowly revealing inch after inch of her pale, slender legs. Her slick lower lips brush against you as she repositions herself, forcing you to bite back a groan at the palpable heat that rolls off of her as she presses against you. With a smile, she raises her head from your shoulder, and rests her forehead against yours, an eager twinkle in her eyes. "Ready?"

"Ready."

"Alright," she pauses to give you a quick peck on the lips, "then be sure to hold me tightly..."

Running one hand down through her hair, along her neck, and onto her back, you bring the other up to meet it by tracing the length of her spine, earning a small shiver from her; when your hands touch you wrap your arms around her, and hold her close in a reassuring embrace. Her smile widens momentarily, then she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and... the two of you gasp in unison as she lowers herself onto you. She's tighter - much tighter - than usual, and she has to move with torturous slowness to accommodate you, pausing for breath with each inch of your length that her warm walls envelop. It takes all the willpower you have to keep from thrusting right into her, but it pays off when she finally takes you all the way down to the hilt, groaning with satisfaction as your hips meet.

"See?" She pants, going limp in your arms. "It's a perfect fit..."

You nod slowly, dazed and unable to speak, panting just as heavily. This is perfect. Her warmth, both inside and out; the softness of her body against yours, different yet somehow familiar; the way she feels so light and delicate in your arms; and, of course, the way the two of you fit together so snugly. For the longest time the two of you are content simply to be so connected, so close, and only after a series of small kisses and soft touches passes between you does your wife begin to move.

It starts small and slow, a simple, circular grinding, her warm folds gently massaging and tugging at your length with each of her gyrations. The ripples of pleasure come to you in an easy, steady rhythm, and with deliberate slowness you join in her movements to show her that same pleasure. When she circles left, you circle right, and when your paths meet you find yourself filling her as deeply as possible, drawing a smile and a pleased whimper from her with each pass. The pressure and pace gradually shift as you accommodate one another, finding the perfect rhythm to satisfy you both.

It's when that stride is hit, when the two of you are moving in perfect symphony, that the movements change. Your circles becomes strokes as you slowly withdraw from her depths, the open air unbearably cool against your slicked flesh, then push your way back into the wonderful embrace of her body. Her grind becomes a measured movement of the hips, ensuring that you are never fully parted from her, and always return as fully as possible. Together the two of you find the right balance, parting only long enough to make each return to her warm, wet depths more intense and fulfilling than the last. Smiling at one another, you press your lips together periodically. Against the backdrop of the early morning - all soft sunlight, and the quiet chirping of birds, and the gentle rustle of wind, and the occasional ring of wind chimes - your exchange of love is calming.

Even as the two of you gradually gain speed, no words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Your perfectly matched movements never falter, though the two of you move faster and faster, sending small sparks of pleasure running up your length, into your body, up and down your spine. It builds inside of you, a pleasant heat that makes you feel lighter than air, makes your skin tingle with your realized passion. The sensation of filling your lover again and again is electrifying, the friction, and heat, and wetness unbelievable. More than that, however...

Knowing from the way she moves with you, her body as hot as yours, her breathing steady but shallow, that she is feeling the same thing. Sharing this feeling with her, sharing your emotions with her, sharing yourself with her...

Driving yourself into her one last time, as deeply as possible, a spasm of ecstasy runs through you. The pressure and heat leaves you in a fantastic rush of release as you loose your seed, pouring it into her even as she reaches her own peak. Your lips meet hers in a fierce kiss, muffling the moans that both of you let out. As the intense pleasure of your orgasm winds down, you're dimly aware of her walls contracting tightly around you, as if milking you for everything you have to give her.

Exhausted but fulfilled, the two of you go almost completely limp in Youmu's lap. The best mattress, no doubt. A sloppy, silly smile overwhelms you, gradually turning into a full-blown grin as you watch Yuyu, who seems to be suffering from the same predicament, unable to hide her mirth as the steady blue light in her eyes glows with intense warmth.

"Love you..."

"Love you too..."

"Love how shameless you two are."

Your head lolls to the side, and you find yourself looking at a very awake Mima, who has taken up a seat at Youmu's side. She looks vaguely amused as she watches you, resting her chin in her hand, and her elbow against her leg.

"No reason to be ashamed to show we love each other," you quip, causing Yuyu to purr softly and snuggle up to you further.

"How about to be ashamed to have had sex in your gardener's lap? She was awake for most of that, you know?"

You take a short glance upward, and lock your gaze with a very embarrassed Youmu, her cheeks flushed red. You pause to consider.

"Ah, she probably took the opportunity to have her ghost half make love to her husband anyway. Probably thought it was kinky enough to be fun."

From how much brighter her blush becomes, and the way she guiltily averts her eyes, you can tell you hit home with that one. Yuyu snickers a little.

"How about to be ashamed for engaging in lustful debauchery on holy ground when that's exactly what got you into your little predicament?"

You wave your hand dismissively.

"Oh, pish posh. The only person who would be bothered by that is Reimu, and bugging her is how everyone shows they love... her... anyway..."

Hold up. That last question didn't sound like Mima.

Looking away from Youmu, you turn your gaze to the shrine maiden who stands tall in front of your little group. Her raven black hair waves slowly under an invisible force, and the scowl she wears is more than a little intimidating. She cracks her knuckles.

"Hi Reimu."

---

"When did Reimu get so rough?"

Caught in a tangled heap at the bottom of the Hakurei Shrine's entirely too steep and large set of stairs with Mima, Youmu, and Yuyu, you try vainly to rub at your rather pained and aching backside. None of the girls look like they're in any better shape, each nursing their own sore spots. None of you seem up to getting yourselves out of the little pile just yet.

"Reimu was always this rough," Mima grumbles from somewhere above you.

"Regardless," Youmu interrupts, "it would appear our plans to query her in regards to your current condition have fallen through. I doubt she has any desire to deal with any one of you at the moment. Should we head home, and regroup?"

The wind rustles the leaves of the trees that line the path to the shrine. What now?

***

[ ] Homeward Bound.

[ ] Home? Boring!
- [ ] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
- [ ] Plenty of fun things to do in the Human Village...
- [ ] Somewhere else fun? (Specify)
>> No. 22001
Ghsdkgb

I rewrote this from scratch at least 3 separate times, because I couldn't get it to flow right. Sorry for the delay, but after the third "I need to delete this entire thing and start over," my motivation and creativity were more than a little strained. Next update shouldn't have nearly this wait.
>> No. 22002
[x] Home? Boring!
- [x] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>> No. 22003
[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

Patch updated? Huzzah! Let's see Marisa's reaction to loli Mima.
>> No. 22004
[Q] Home? Boring!
- [Q] Plenty of fun things to do in the Human Village...

Nice~
>> No. 22005
[c] Home? Boring!
- [c] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>> No. 22006
[x] Home? Boring!
- [x] Plenty of fun things to do in the Human Village...
>> No. 22007
[ ] Home? Boring!
- [ ] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

Time to bother Marisa!
>> No. 22008
[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Plenty of fun things to do in the Human Village...

See if they can get free stuff from the local vendors. Maybe candy. Maybe some breakfast.
Maybe even candy for breakfast.
>> No. 22009
[x] Home? Boring!
- [x] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

Looks like Youmu got more perverted as she got older. Wasn't Yuyu worried that Youmu would become proper and whatnot like Youki?

awesome updates
>> No. 22010
>>22008
>Maybe even candy for breakfast.

New Reese's puff cereal!
>> No. 22011
[x] Home? Boring!
- [x] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>>22001
Don't worry about it, you got the thing down just fine, and that's what counts.
>> No. 22012
>>22009
I think Yuyuko would be more concerned about Youmu not being so uptight. Youki on the other hand seemed to have a harsh insistence on the matter.
>> No. 22013
[B] Home? Boring!
- [b] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>> No. 22014
[X] Home? Boring!
- [x] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

THIS
>> No. 22015
[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

"Maaaarked one, what the helllllll..."
>> No. 22022
Well, that was worth the wait.

[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>> No. 22023
>>22001
You wrote toddler on toddler on gardener (literally) action. I can't blame you for straining yourself.

I can't be turned on by something this funny and cute. The detail just makes it creepier. I think you and Scorn need to make something in collaboration. Worst smut on THP.
>> No. 22024
>>22023
Yeah, that's the only thing that bothered me. I don't really know what to say about the update, to be honest, though I'm glad that Patch's finally back on track.
>> No. 22025
>>22023
We only have ourselves to blame for this, since we were the ones who voted for it.
>> No. 22029
>>22023

There were like, two or three sentences that made it any different from a normal scene. Omit those and suddenly it's normal, albeit still on op of Youmu.
>> No. 22030
>>22023
More like loli on shota (about 11-12 years old). Not Toddler.
>> No. 22031
[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
>> No. 22032
[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

The softest Touhou makes for great lovin'.
>> No. 22092
I know you're watching this, Patch.
You should be writing, not watching me.
Naughty, naughty.
>> No. 22094
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>>22092

Hey. Leave him be; I'm sure he's very busy.

He'll come back eventually. Be patient.
>> No. 22157
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>>22094
Big guns time?
>> No. 22158
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22158
Patchwork~

We have treats for you~
>> No. 22160
At least tell us what's going on, dammit.
>> No. 22241
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22241
Ugh, sorry. I need to work faster. It gets harder to write the longer I take...

***

[X] Home? Boring!
- [X] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...

***

"Nah," you manage at last, waving your hand dismissively... insofar as your position allows, anyway. "Let's go bug someone instead."

"Yes, that strategy certainly has produced results on this morning, has it not?"

Oh, Youmu! Listen to that cheery tone, that trace of a lilt, and... yes, that is a faint acerbic tinge to her sweet voice, isn't it? She's been so on the ball with these sorts of replies lately; your little gardener is all grown up! Nearly brings a tear to your eye. Makes you want to ruffle her hair.

Whoops! Fussing and giggling comes from elsewhere in the tangle, and the whole pile shifts. Looks like Yuyu is taking care of that ruffling.

Well, as long as the lone voice of adorable dissent is busy...

"Mima, your apprentice lives out here somewhere, doesn't she?"

"Marisa?" Mima's voice comes down to you sounding lively and cheerful. "She set up a cute little cottage not too far from here, yeah! Why? You want to go see her?"

Someone sure sounds stoked; it's a world away from her grousing grumbles about Reimu. For all her big, boastful, bombastic attitude, Mima certainly has some obvious soft spots.

"Yeah, I was thinkin--"

"Alright! Marisa it is! Up and at 'em everyone, no time to waste! Got to get moving! Go, go, go!"

Mima transforms into a whirlwind of activity, and before you have the chance to work out exactly what's happening, you find yourself airborne. You also find yourself getting sick to your non-corporeal stomach as the world spins circles around you all the way up. The undignified aerial tumble slows as you ascend, but somehow that doesn't do much to reassure you; it feels less like you're losing momentum, and more like you've been sent twirling into molasses for some reason. It's an ominous feeling, to say the least.

At the very apex of your skyward spinning, you come to halt. Off in the distance you can just make out the rapidly dwindling figure of Mima as she excitedly zips and twirls her way over the forest below. A brilliant flash of light radiates from her as she darts toward the horizon, and--

A matching brilliant flash flares up from your arm, nearly blinding you. You don't even have time to scream before you're pulled roughly from your state of rest, and sent hurtling after Mima at breakneck speed, the world melting into a blur of blue, and green, and brown as you sail over the forest. With a frantic effort, you manage to yank down sleeve far enough to reveal the source of the flash: the seal tag affixed to your arm, still shining and pulsing with a golden light.

You think you spot the vague twinkle of Yuyu's seal tag somewhere in roiling sea of colors around you. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you realize what that means.

You, Yuyu, and Mima. You're all stuck together.

---

Marisa's quaint little home looms over you, the small two-storey western affair seeming much more impressive at your diminutive new size. The countless deep green vines that wind up the beige walls would almost lend the house a decrepit appearance if they were not so well-kept; the patches of wall and brown roofing tile that are broken up by glittering mushrooms of all colors and sizes, unfortunately, can't help but look a bit shabby. Marisa certainly has a... verdant sense of decor.

She also has very hard walls.

Aching all over, and too exhausted to move much, you lie sprawled out on Marisa's surprisingly tidy lawn. You would be panting for breath about now too, but as you learned on the ride over here, it is a very bad idea to open your mouth when hurtling through the Gensokyo skies at breakneck speeds. Very carefully reaching into your mouth, you gingerly fish out the little fairy who was unfortunate enough to collide with your maw, and set her down softly on your chest. The poor little dear just sits there, dazed and wet, her little dress clinging to her, and her blond hair a bedraggled mess. She shivers a little, and one crooked wing looks just a little off... ugh, is that a wing fragment stuck in your teeth?

Deciding it might be best not to risk damaging her further, you let the fairy that impacted your leg, and the fairy that impacted your head stumble dizzily over to her and sort things out. Letting your head fall back onto the soft pillow of grass, you turn your gaze toward the door of the house. Mima is busy hollering and trying to get Marisa to open up. Yuyu is up in the tree next to the entrance, a fairy or two of her own hanging off of her. She waves weakly at you, and you give her a shaky smile.

"Can you see Youmu?" You manage to ask over the din Mima is raising.

"Nope," Yuyu calls back down to you, her voice wavering.

Great. Mima was in such a rush to get here that you managed to lose Youmu somewhere in the forest. You sit up, despite your ghostly body's complaints. The little trio of faeries stumble off of you, and fall into your lap. None of them seem any more energetic than you feel.

***

[ ] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.

[ ] You... should probably go search for Youmu before Marisa comes down.
>> No. 22242
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.

I can see how the student took after the master....
>> No. 22244
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.
Soft~.
>> No. 22245
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.
>> No. 22246
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.
-[x] Bring the fairies with you. They could also use somewhere soft to rest, and more snuggle-buddies is always a good thing~
>> No. 22247
[Q] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.

So it turned the three of you into kids, and roped you all together. Geez.
>> No. 22248
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.
>> No. 22251
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[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies.
-[x] Bring the fairies with you. They could also use somewhere soft to rest, and more snuggle-buddies is always a good thing~

I hope Yuyu didn't accidentally eat one.
>> No. 22252
>I hope Yuyu didn't accidentally eat one.
Don't worry; I'm sure it wasn't an accident.

[X] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[X] Apologize to the fairies.
-[X] Bring the fairies with you. They could also use somewhere soft to rest, and more snuggle-buddies is always a good thing~
>> No. 22254
>>22252
Nah, they're not Mystia so there's nothing to worry about.
>> No. 22255
[X] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft. Youmu knows where Marisa lives, you can just crash here until Youmu arrives.
-[X] Apologize to the fairies.
-[X] Bring the fairies with you. They could also use somewhere soft to rest, and more snuggle-buddies is always a good thing~

>You, Yuyu, and Mima. You're all stuck together.
Spiritual entanglement? I don't think this is what Einstein had in mind when he said "spooky action at a distance".
>> No. 22260
[x] Oh gods, need to lie down somewhere soft.
[x] So, a Youmu must be found.
[x] Go search for Youmu before Marisa comes down.
-[x] Apologize to the fairies first, though.
>> No. 22262
[x] You... should probably go search for Youmu before Marisa comes down.
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come on
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