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>>45453248 (3/3—p2)
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"No! We are not doing that!" Seija yells, her face red and angry, pointing a finger at me accusatorily. I'm unaffected by her reaction, turning to her man with a raised brow. "Don't you dare—"

"What color does your daughter like the most?" He asks.

I smile smugly at Seija before touching my chin, pondering. "Green—mainly because of our dog and her father. She also loves golds and red, though to a lesser degree… We haven't kept contact in the last year, so it may have changed or not." I explain, starting to walk down the market street, gohei hidden again in my sleeve and holding that package I was carrying earlier: Hana's birthday gift.

Like all birthday gifts, it needs to be wrapped-up nicely… Or so I guess it. I never got many in my infancy, and those I got in my adult life were useful things like cooking utensils and clothing—never something as indulgent—and someone to pay for such wrapping.

They're also paying me diner, so that's nice.

Seija groans loudly, drinking a pit of sorrow and disgrace—and yelling a lot of bad words—before pulling herself up and following us, eyeing me as if I were taking them to their execution or something worse. I wonder what she thinks would be worse than death. "Hm…" He looks at the package, mumbling to himself. "What's the color of the present?"

"Green."

"What shade of green? Sacramento, seaweed, emerald, etc.?"

I stare at him, deadpan. "Green."

He scratches his nape. "I see, you're just like Nue… An emerald green wrap embroidered with blood-red should do, then. Or maybe something less conventional in light-red and auric gold? No, too fancy for a mother's present…" Huh. I asked them to simply pay for the packaging, but he seems invested in the decision-making. Better him than me to have this migraine.

Seija pouts, also bored by the confusing words. "What even is that present anyway?" Goro stops and looks at it, just as curious.

"A kerchief—she uses one like mine, but green and frayed." I point at mine and innocently, Goro looks at it—Seija angrily elbows the man's liver, a touch of jealousy there. Heh, the rage of a woman who'll never go past b-cup is amusing; it reminds me of Marisa.

"Yes, we've seen that up close when she pummeled us recently." He says that, ignoring well the pain, and that catches my attention. Hana getting into fights? That's… unexpected.

"Yeah, Hakurei—your brat is a perverted fucking racist; did you know that?"

H-Huh?! What is she talking about?

I look at Goro, seeking answers. He scratches his nape, suddenly embarrassed. "You see, Reimu-san… Hana saw us walking around the village without even paying her mind and, for no motive at all, contested our relationship. Said untasteful things, too. Then we fought, and after she won—" It's hard to stop the ember of pride from blazing like a giant bonfire. "She… Well… She asked Seija to flash her her panties."… Which is quickly put out with a waterfall of cold water, freezing me solid.

What.

Hana did…

WHAT?!

… W-W-What the… Hana why'd you…

My eyes are so wide and so unfocused that I almost stumble, my whole composure draining like a kappa industrial hose. Truth be told, I wasn’t fond of mixed relationships either… But after hugging Aya so tightly in my arms, hearing her cries of joy and acceptance, feeling the life growing inside of her, the beauty of it all… It was hard to hold the same instance.

But asking someone to flash their panties?! WHAT THE HELL, HANA?!

I'm flabbergasted. There’s no better way to put it.

Seija is laughing, despite her face being red like a beet. "HA! Your 'pure' Hakurei brat is a pervert, Reimu! Oh, can you imagine if she touches herself to the memory~? She was blushing like an apple, so of course she must!"

“Seija, please…” Goro utters as I give Seija a death stare, but it seems to just make her that more satisfied. He then pats me on the back. "Reimu-san, s-she's a growing teenager—exploring her sexuality is normal… I guess."

"You okay if I give her more material to explore that sexuality, mama?!" Seija asks, fondling her breasts, and I pinch the bridge of my nose—her laughter echoes loud.

People stare at us weirdly, and my embarrassment makes my face feel like a boiler.

"I-I'm so sorry for her conduct…" I say, and Seija is about to continue…

… The gohei between my fingers a centimeter away from hitting her face, yet displacing the air strongly enough to sway her hair prompts her to reconsider.

"Don’t sweat it, mama~" She doesn't stop snickering and threading the danger line, of course.

Goro struggles to switch topics, hiding very well his own laughter, as he knows his life depends on it. "Uh… So, what do you want to eat after we're done, Reimu-san?"

"The entire menu of the Geidontei." Seija gasps out loud, actually stumbling and burning red with anger, an evil grin blossoming on my face.

Goro massages his temples.