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[x] I smothered her in newly-wed gushing. In my style, of course.
“Your concerns, Ms. Kumoi are noted.”
She looked back to me, hopeful.
She frowned and lifted her ass, trapped halfway between either giving in or literally fighting me just to keep me out. I sighed. Now was the time to go all out.
“Because my cherished wife awaits. Would it not be cruel to deny a loyal, loving woman the jewel of her life?”
She stared back, jaw hanging, utterly bemused.
“She is, after all, utterly marvelous.”
I swallowed. “The radiance of her smile. The exquisite, joyous sound of her laughter. That master’s touch displayed by every curve in her body.”
Ichirin turned a little green at that moment. I continued. “The sheer… brilliance of her mind.”
I stepped off, onto the dirt, and walked a few steps away. “She’s so… so kind, loving, and generous.” Or at least I felt she wanted to be those things. Perhaps I’d even help her with that.
Ichirin groaned. “Since when did you value these things?”
I turned, gasped, and clenched my chest. “What sort of monster do you take me for? I’ve taken dozens under my wing and I’d take dozens more!”
I walked back, stepping up onto the platform. “Now, I must see her. Byakuren of the Toyostamimi!”
“Oh? Would you prefer Miko Hijiri?” I certainly didn’t.
Ichirin groaned. “Look, I’ll let you in. Just, please. Shut up.”
“Lead the way, my sister.”
“In spirit. An in-law of sorts.”
Her lips parted, then shut. She stepped up and pushed the door open. I followed, tapping the shaku to my chin.
We walked through the common rooms into side halls, passing men and women, decorated with a wild range of animal ears and other appendages. With a few humans scattered among them. As we progressed, the faces and bodies grew rarer. Then new voices floated our way.
“—sn’t make any sense.” A familiar voice. Proud and civilized, but with a very distinct touch of the feral still clinging to it. “Just break it off. Surely you—”
“Enough, Shou.” A long, deep breath. “Please, just trust me. Everything will be…”
Ichirin pushed the door open, revealing Byakuren sitting firm on one side, chastising the tiger youkai on the other.
“Lady Hijiri, your husband is here.”
I stepped before them. “Wife, Ms. Ichirin. I am her wife.”
Byakuren’s skin turned pink. “Right, yes. Miko. Hello.”
I knelt to one knee and took her hand in mine. “I’m so glad to finally see you again.”
A quick glance to the corners of my vision revealed a flat, uncertain stare from Ichirin, and a blank, vacant gaze from Shou. Based on what I heard of their desires, I’d almost thought that Shou had just attained Nirvana.
[ ] I suggested a quiet one-on-one (to get our stories straight).
[ ] I offered to take her to a play.
[ ] I invited her to a friendly brunch.
[ ] I also invited… (Write-in.)
[ ] Write-in.
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