/jp/ - Otaku Culture

At that, both Raki and Lady Kasen, who'd been musing and staring off into space, snapped their gaze straight to me. "No." They both said at the exact same moment. I blinked and raised my hands. "She - I - We...Would be far too emotional about it for that sort of thing. The wedding itself? Maybe that'd be okay as long as Yuugi and Suika are around to keep us from getting out of hand, but all the planning? Not a chance. Lots of tears, lots of impatience, lots of drama."

"I can't help but feel like we're just insulting each other and ourselves at the same time." Raki muttered, slouching over the table with a lazy grin. "I wonder if that's ever happened to anyone else before." I wasn't sure their situation had really happened to anyone before.

Still, at least it meant that we had an idea on what to do next. Then, I heard another set of footsteps and asked Lady Kasen with exasperation just how many people she'd had staying here. "Just - Just me..." I heard a cough cut the words off, and Komachi dragged herself into the room. She was dragging her scythe along with her, but it didn't look like she even had the strength to hold it. "Didn't realise my favourite nap spot would be so busy..." She'd loosened most of her clothing, was covered in sweat, and looked like she was barely standing. "Just what did you give me...?" She asked Yamame.

"Er...Just a regular fever? I even made it milder than usual!" She looked at me in confusion. "Maybe Shinigami are weaker to that sort of thing." Komachi staggered over to a couch and collapsed into it, her scythe somehow not gouging out anything. "Um, sorry." Yamame called after her, and the Shinigami weakly raised an arm to wave dismissively.

"It's fine..." She groaned. "Just...Tired." Her arm dropped back down. “Fever dreams…” She mumbled.

I probably needed another nap too, at this rate, but I hoped that it would be something that Doremy Sweet would be a little less bemused by.