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[x] You once ate Miss Meiling's lunch even though you knew it wasn't yours.
“You have to promise not to tell!” It is a dire secret that you have been hiding for eternity! It is something that you will keep to yourself – along with Koishi – to the grave.
“Of course.” She slaps a hand on your shoulder. “It wouldn't be a secret otherwise.”
“I...” You steel yourself, preparing to tell words that no soul shall ever hear again. “I once ate Miss Meiling's lunch, even though I knew it wasn't mine.”
“Egads, eating another person's lunch? How have you not been executed?” Koishi waggles a finger. “If your secret were to be exposed, it could yield devastating – no, hellish results!”
You collapse to the floor, weighed down by your guilt. You can't take the pressure! Something must be done! But before you can make a sprint to Miss Meiling, you bump into Koishi, suddenly appearing before you again. “Wah! So how do you do that?”
“If you must know, I consciously control the subconscious, subconsciously.” Koishi cups her third eye with her hands, beaming. “It's hard to explain.”
“But if you consciously control the subconscious, wouldn't that just be the control of your conscious?”
“I don't really think about it too much,” she says, tilting her head.
“Oh, I get it– wait.”
“Waha,” Koishi giggles, giving you a nudge from behind. You swear she was in front of you. Regardless of how many times she does that, it is still very mysterious. “Sorry. I subconsciously did that.”
“You completely lost me, Koishi so I will just nod my head and say I understand!” Usually, that works best. You know it does for Miss Sakuya!
“Sure, whatever floats your boat. Should we return to Satori and the others?”
“So you know Miss Satori!”
“More or less,” she shrugs. “Sometimes, we're sisters.”
“Sometimes?” you ask.
“Mmhm. We're sisters when I remember I'm Koishi.”
When she remembers she's Koishi? A fit of amnesia, maybe? Scary. “I don't follow!”
“Sometimes, I just, poof, disappear and all of a sudden I'm somewhere I don't really remember going to. Stuff like that, y'know?” She skips across the tiles of the floor, dodging the cracks with her shoes. A slight tapping from her feet echoes in the hallway. “It's like waking up from a dream and 'oh I'm not a dragon, I'm Koishi Komeiji, woops' kinda thing. Do you get?”
Ah! So it's like that. “I get. And I'm not just saying that.”
“Good! We can move on now.”
The hubbub of the once crowded dining hall is now less hub and a lot less bub. The plates have been cleared, the maids have disappeared to their work stations, and the underground family is now engaging in pleasant chats.
Koishi holds up her hand in signal for you to stop and quiet down. Crouching down behind a chair, she whispers to you, “Wait.”
“What am I waiting for?” you whisper back.
“Operation: Muss Satori's Hair is go.”
“But what do I–”
And without a word, Koishi is gone. You peer out from behind the chair, focusing on Miss Satori. She is currently talking to Lady Remilia.
“Most likely the spell that our dear Leonotis used was also the one he had used when he collapsed the first floor of this mansion.” Lady Remilia chuckles. “That was–”
“Adorable?” Miss Satori chimes in.
“Interesting,” Lady Remilia finishes her sentence.
“Interesting, meaning, 'I had to hold myself back from pulling him into a deep embrace,' yes?” Miss Satori grins.
“Satori, I am attempting to save face,” Lady Remilia sighs, placing her hand on her cheek. “You are not required to voice my inner monologue.”
“I do it in–” Miss Satori pauses, turning to dodge a tackle from her sister. “–good jest.”
“Sis!” Koishi pops up from the floor, hugging Miss Satori. “You dodged again!”
“Koishi,” Miss Satori croons, “I can always tell when you're about to pounce. Oh, so you met with Leo already? Oh? Oho? A secret, you say?” The mind-reader, stealing a glance at you, gives you a slight smile. Turning her attention back to Lady Remilia, Miss Satori dips her head. “Forgive me. I forgot to introduce my sister. This is Koishi Komeiji.”
“Hi,” says Koishi. She does not relinquish her grasp on her sister. “I'm Koishi Komeiji.”
“So I've inferred. Does she also–”
“No,” Miss Satori shakes her head. “She fortunately does not have the ability to read minds.”
“I see,” replies Lady Remilia, fluttering her wings in response.
“Ah, also.” Miss Satori dips her head. “I have a favor to ask of you. Do you know where Miss Patchouli might be?”
Lady Remilia, in a rare expression of genuine surprise, nods. “I do. She is the guardian of Voile. I am willing to direct you to her, but do you have business with our mage?”
“Something like that.”
“I will take you to her quarters later then.” Lady Remilia brings her attention over to you. “Leonotis. While I escort Satori, would you show our guests to their chambers?”
Sleepover! You get to do something! “Kay!” You search for Orin and Okuu, finding them at the exit of the dining hall. Okuu seems to be chasing Orin around!
“Let's sleep together, Orin~” the hellbird cries, diving for Orin.
“No, your wings are too hot and you radiate heat like a furnace. It's like having three blankets smothering me, stooop!” Orin successfully dodges Okuu, jumping out of the way of the bird's clutches.
“Orin! Okuu!” You call out to them.
“Leo!” Orin turns but immediately is caught by Okuu's big hug. “Guh.”
“Leonotis!” Okuu repeats.
“Looks like everybody's staying for the night! Isn't it exciting?”
Okuu smiles and swings Orin around. “A sleepover!”
Orin, helpless in her friend's arms, resigns herself to her fate. Her warm, hug-centric fate. “Well, I guess this is nice in its own way.”
You nod. “Yeah! We don't usually have too many guests that stay the night. I'll show you to your rooms!”
The two closest guest rooms are next to the library, so you easily find your way there. There are more guest rooms, but sometimes you get lost if you don't pay attention. You don't dare press your luck – you have to be the reliable one here, guiding Orin and Okuu to safety!
“Here it is!” you declare. “The guest rooms!”
Orin flicks her tails side-to-side. “Would you care to join us for a sleepover?”
“I can't!” You shrug. “Ever since Miss Koakuma asked, I'm not allowed to join sleepovers anymore.”
Orin makes an odd face. It's the same face that Miss Koakuma makes when Miss Patchouli doesn't let her do something fun.
“More pillow and blanket for me!” Okuu grins, puffing out her chest. “C'mon, Orin.”
“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible, Okuu,” sighs the cat, grudgingly entering the room with her friend.
Okuu waves. “G'night, Leonotis!”
“Night night!” You suppose it's best to head to your own room too. A few hallways later, you reach your own room! But before you open the door, you can feel the presence of an intruder! Footsteps! It's... “Flan!”
“Hi, Leo.” Flan's clutching a pillow with both her hands. The plain white cushion is currently covering half her face – you can only see her red, glowy eyes.
“Whatcha up to?” you ask. “Danmaku? Pillow fights? Danmaku pillow fights?”
Flan pauses for a moment, swinging her pillow around idly. “Staying in the basement is a little lonely.”
“Oh! Are you going to be staying in the guest rooms?”
She shakes her head. “I have my own room.”
“I'll walk you there!”
She shakes her head again. “No need. My room is right here.” And so it is! It is the room next to yours.
A new discovery. “Was this always your room?” you ask.
She nods. “I haven't used it in a long time. I liked the basement better.”
“I don't mind the mansion nowadays.” She squeezes the pillow tighter. “It's okayish now.”
“That's a relief.” It really is. Flan staying in the basement really worries you. “Everyone misses you. Miss Sakuya and Miss Meiling have been thinking about you, y'know.”
“Just saying!” It's getting late. You should head to sleep now! Chatting with Flan can happen tomorrow. “Anyhow. Good night, Flan!”
“Nighty,” she curtseys before shutting her door.
Now then. Sleep awaits. You head into your room and unpocket the old book you saved from the underground. Leaving it on the desk, you prepare yourself for the sleepiest of sleeps. But the sleeps never arrive. Despite being so tired from before, you can't manage to fall asleep.
Perhaps a quick walk around would suffice.
[ ] A trip to the terrace.
[ ] A night stroll to the garden.
[ ] A quick walk around the hallway.