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>>43567086
ZUN if he was good at drawing.
It hasn't helped, I'm bobbing my head to the song as I'm typing this it's too addictive.
Please send help

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ANON!!!!!!!
What would sakuya think!

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2 a day seems to be my creative limit. I might cut back to get some stuff done, but I'm actually enjoying myself now. It's nice to have sat down and done something other than play vidya all day and shitpost.
This isn't intended to be focussed around Sakuya, but I think she will be important later on. haven't quite worked out just how much, but I have one scene thought out pretty well.
I also wanted to convey her sociopathy. It's pretty clear she's got something of that sort wrong with her, and I'd like to reference that. If you are wondering why she asked Anon to stand up, it's because she's making sure he isn't an escapee from the SDM's dungeons, but of course Anon doesn't know about that.

THAT got a reaction. Confusion, then understanding, then realization, all within a second.

>"Well, y-yes I would. You aren't Kourin, are you though?"

Well that's a blunt way of putting it.
She's either really, really surprised or a little dense. Possibly both.

>"No, I'm the hire. I only started today, and Mr. Morichika is currently busy doing... something. Who's kourin?"

Way to go, you sound real professional.

>"Mr. Morichika? How do you call him that and not know about Kourin?
Helpful.
>"Is kourin like, his brother or...?"
You get the feeling you look stupid right now.
True enough, the girl holding a banquet's worth of chinaware is glaring at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

>"Everyone just calls him Kourin. Is he out looking for things to sell?"

So that's who she was talking about... Did he name the store after himself?
She's still staring at you, and those eyes of hers could make ice seem warm.

>"Y-yeah, he's out looking for... stuff. He didn't really say much, you know. Or at all, in fact."

You look over and see that last note still on the counter from this afternoon. The maid with all the tableware sets it down in front of you, and you have to peek over it a little to see her.
With your right hand, you point at the note.

>"He left a note..."

She reaches over and picks it up.
Now that her eyes are not doing their best to vivisect you, you can get a more comfortable look at the lady in the light.
She has her grey hair parted down the middle of her head, and at the sides she has two braids in front of her ears, tied with green ribbons.
Her face is quite well-shaped, in fact you would go as far as to say she even looked quite pretty.
Her nose is rather small, in a cute way, and her cheeks look full but not fat.
Looking down a bit, you can see she's smiling just a little, her thin pink lips ever so slightly turned up at the corners.
This young lady is really rather elegant and charming in her own way, once she's got her eyes off of you.
You don't get a chance to look any further down than her neck (Which was thin and pale), as she snorts a little and hands back the note.

>"I see what you mean. Say, you wouldn't mid standing up for a second there?"

You furrow your brow. That is an odd request to make of someone, especially someone who's running the store you are in. Not wanting to draw the girl's ire,
as much out of politeness as of fear, you do so slowly.
When you draw yourself to your full height, one that is a little too close to the ceiling for comfort, the maid inspects you thoroughly.
Those eyes really do lack something, you think.
After a few seconds of this, her face brightens up coniderably and her body relaxes almost imperceptably, seemingly content in her findings, whatever they were.

>"Sorry. I thought I might have recognized you from somewhere. My name is Sakuya, Sakuya Izayoi. Pleased to meet you!"

She reaches her hand out to shake, and smiles widely.
You return her smile, and shake her hand, but as you do, you look at her face again.
Those eyes... They haven't changed one bit. There isn't a hint of warmth in those pools of ice to be found.

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