Do the Right Thing IX !H8UfLAg.DQ 2010/11/07 (Sun) 08:33 No. 128015 ▼
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Oh! Right! She wants to know why you're here.
As in, here here, and not just sitting in a chair in her dining hall after walking into her bathroom and so on and so forth.
Not that there was much to it.
Pissed off youkai.
Running from youkai.
Take shelter in cave.
Got lost in cave.
Not very interesting at all.
Not nearly as interesting as your hostess.
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
But it's not flattery.
She is quite cute.
Just like that other girl.
The tube-ball-thing-that-you-thought-was-a-ball-but-was-really-an-eye is, admittedly unsettling, but does make some things make a little more sense.
Or, at least, as much sense as can be made when you're talking about a floating eyeball attached to the body by a strange series of tubes.
“For your information, that 'tube-ball-thing' is my third eye, a vital organ for our kind.”
'Vital organ' she says, huh?
Well, that certainly explains why that girl reacted as she did when you squeezed it.
“You did WHAT?!” the girl exclaims, shock and surprise clear on her face.
You're not sure what the big deal is, though.
She seemed like she wanted it, and even urged you to continue.
...quite forcibly, as you recall, the memory of her hands around your neck making your skin tingle.
“Honestly, that girl. Just what was she-”
And then, of course, there was that part where she started convulsing and seemed like she died..
That was kinda freaky.
But she was okay!
More than okay!
No harm, no foul, right?
As you watch the girl in front you seem to calm down, her three eyes all starting intently at you, you suddenly have an idea!~
A great idea~!
“Would you like one, too?” you ask her, feeling the faintest traces of a smile appearing on your face.
“Huh? One of what?” the girl asks, looking slightly confused.
Not that she should have to guess, though.
After all, you had been just thinking about it!
“You don't mean...”
Oh yes you do!
An eyeball massage~!
Aww! Come on!
You have magic fingers~!
“I do not care.”
OOOOOOOOH, Mister Eyeball Massage Machine~!
“What the he-...oh.” the girl sighs, as her expression of confusion gives way to weary realization. “Welcome home, sister. I assume this is your doing.”
What is she talking about?
You don't know what she's talking about.
Do you know what she's talking about?
No, I don't know know, either!
I don't know~! I don't know~!
“Koishi. I know you're here. Now, please, stop influencing that young man's brain and come out, already.”
THERE IS NO KOISHI, ONLY Z-
”I said STOP.” the girl says firmly, slamming her hands down upon the table.
You can't help but flinch.
This isn't how things should be, is it?
They're sisters, right?
Sisters shouldn't fight!
No they shouldn't~!
The girl sighs, and even her third eye looks suddenly weary.
“I'm sorry for snapping like that, sister. I am glad you are home. Truly, I am.”
If there were a more honest apology, you have yet to hear it.
Indeed, it is a wonderful thing to see people attempting to make amends.
So much love and caring between them!
What better way to heal hurt feelings than with a honest, heartfelt apology?
Maybe some hugging to drive the point home.
Perhaps, even a kiss?
And if they were naked, then so much the better.
After all, they are both quite attractive. Very pretty. Very cute.
Just the thought of the two of them, their bodies pressed together, hands caressing and exploring their bodies, while their tongues do some exploring of their own...
“Koishi, that is quite enough.”
“But I'm not doing anything~!”
The girl's third eye narrows, as if it were glaring at you, as the girl herself turns her attention to the familiar-looking girl cuddled up on your lap.
Wait, when did she-
“She's been here for a while, or at least for as long as you have, I suspect.” the open-eyed girl says. “Isn't that right, Koishi?”
“Maaaaaaaaaaybe~.” the girl in your lap says, dreamily.
“You've been following him for most of the day, as well?”
“Is there a particular reason for this?”
“He touched my special place~!”
You're not sure how you manage to choke on something without actually having anything in your mouth to choke on, yet that's exactly how you suddenly feel.
“Yes. I am aware of that.” the girl says, flatly.
“Can I keep him~?”
“Humans do not make good pets, sister. We have discussed this.”
“Awww! But he's just your siiiiiiiiiize~!”
“That is not important, and please take your hand out of his pants.”
Oh. So that's what that tickling feeling was.
Good thing it wasn't a fungus like you had feared.
“Awwww~!” the girl in your lap says, reluctantly complying with her sister's command to withdraw her hand from exploring the insides of your pants.
As the two sisters continue their back-and-forth, you feel a number of things.
And the nagging feeling that you're forgetting something.
Or a lot of somethings.
[ ] Patient Identification
[ ] Medical History
[ ] Current Symptoms
[ ] Recommended Treatments
[ ] Other Notes