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Yuugi and Kokoro both avert their eyes, trying desperately not to imagine the very scenario I described as well as avoiding checking the current condition of their own hair.
“Hey, you haven’t ever brushed me.” Seija said, poking his arm. “Is there something inadequate about hair?”
“Ah no. I’m just waiting for a day where I can force you into it so I can maximize your embarrassment. Besides Miss Satori, your own hair is crying out for proper care you know. Isn’t that right little lady? I bet you haven’t gotten a good brushing in a while.” He deflected, directing that last bit at the hound while rubbing her ears like it wasn’t a gentle jab at me.
“Actually, he’s torn between tricking you into thinking he likes short hair so you’ll grow it out or causing you to feel so much embarrassment from him brushing other woman’s hair that you grow it out so you can claim his exclusive use.” I explained.
“Well good luck with that.” She said, jabbing him in the arm. “Long hair’s such a pain. You’re going to suffer living with a short haired woman for the rest of your life.”
It was at this point that Yuugi and Kokoro both connected the dots that these two were lovers, causing Yuugi’s embarrassment to grow just a little more and Kokoro’s mask to shift to Ko-omote revealing her own interest in this matter. This setup another strike.
“Goro, do you know Seija flashed her underwear at the young shrine maiden’s request? The black one with the lace.”
“She asked for that?!” Goro asked Seija, somewhat surprised.
“She asked a lot of stuff.” Seija said, gnashing her teeth.
“Like about whether you two wear clothes in the act, how you got those nail marks on your back, and how she feels victorious whenever she seduces you. And I should add she’s enjoying this embarrassment.” I remarked.
Well only so much. There was also the mixture of displeasure from others being interested in her love life, which Yuugi and Kokoro both where infatuated by at this point.
“Maybe this is a little too far.” Yuugi said, not wanting to pry too far into bedroom matters.
“It might not be proper.” Kokoro added, having not forgotten the fact that they were Yakumo agents, but still wanted to practice proper manners.
I on the other hand didn’t give a damn.
“Goro, you still don’t completely trust Seija. You believe she could still brutalize someone else like she did to you and have nightmares that you’ll enable her. You Seija on the other hand worry that- “
“Shut yer trap!” Seija, says, almost rising from her seat, but Goro stops her with a hand on her lap.
“You believe that Goro might martyr himself to stop you and that it will be in his best interests.” I finish.
The room grows silent. Yuugi and Kokoro don’t know what to make of this sort of situation, Goro doesn’t take his hand of Seija’s lap, Seija looked away from Goro.
“This is just a glimpse of the iceberg. If you force me, I won’t hold anything back. Childhood trauma, broken promises, intrusive thoughts, I’ll leverage them all.” I threatened.
But neither of them flinched. Exposed as they were, it wasn’t enough to sway them. So, I used my trump card.
“Between you two they’re three consciousness.” I spoke.
“You-.” This time it was Goro that rose, but it wasn’t Seija’s hand that stopped him, instead a small hand on his shoulder kept him from standing and conceding the game.
“That won’t do sister. After all, he’s in the same predicament as I am.” Koishi stated. “Do you see it also Kokoro? Little Goro’s grew up to be a Papa!”