/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"Welcome! What can I- Oh, it's you." That was the standard greeting I usually received from the waitress here. I supposed that it was because I had been a little overzealous in the past, but she was typically fairly reticent anyway, so I didn't think it was entirely my fault. "I heard that you'd died." That gave me pause, and I looked up at her with a frown, then asked just who she'd heard that from. "A, er, girl I know. She was convinced that you'd fallen to your death somewhere and no one would know what happened to you." I...wasn't sure what had put that idea in someone's head. I wasn't even sure what girl this was supposed to be. "Just someone I know. Now, are you ordering something?" I felt fairly troubled, in fact, but I nodded and ordered tea and, because I suddenly remembered that Reimu had told me to make sure I ate something, some yokan. The waitress nodded, stepping away. She didn't write anything down, but I had never seen her forget an order. It was like she had multiple brains to remember with. She called out the order to who I assumed was the old man who ran the place.

"Whazzat? Speak up, 'Seki!" Funnily enough, I'd never heard her name before. "How am I s'posed to hear you from back there?" The old man stomped out, wiping his hands with a rag. "Yokan, eh? Bit late in the day fer cooking, yeah? Yer lucky, since Oseki here's being punished today for being a right daft fool, so ye can have the lot I was saving fer her." Oseki opened her mouth, presumably to complain, but he cut her off. "No 'but's, 'Seki. Yer lucky I'm not binning it entirely. Or ye, fer that matter." He stomped back off into the kitchens, and Oseki and I stared after him, me in confusion and Oseki with murder in her eyes.

After a moment, I cleared my throat and said that I was a light eater, so I was happy to share the food with Oseki if she wanted. She turned and stared at me like I'd just proclaimed that I was the Dragon God. "...Not looking for pity." She muttered. I shook my head and said that I was serious. I didn't seem to need to eat much these days, so it would really be going to waste if she didn't have it. "Urgh, I'm still not going out with you, you know." She growled at me, though she did sit down opposite me after she'd gotten my tea. I'd actually forgotten that I had tried to ask her out on a date once. It felt like months ago. I told her that I was okay with that, at least for now. "...You're a real weird guy, you know that?" I snorted and stifled a laugh. I supposed that I was, especially now. You have no idea, I said as I took a sip of my tea.

Oseki had sharp, red eyes and hair the same colour, which was tied with a large bow that wasn't all that dissimilar to Reimu's, though it had no lace and red patterns along the ends. Her face had a sort of permanent annoyance on it, but I was almost certain that it was an act, because when she had been talking to the old man, she had dropped it. Just below her chin, I could see those same bandages that she always had wrapped around her neck, so extensive that I couldn't see her neck at all. I think I'd once made a joke about whether there was even a neck under there, but she'd fixed me with such a stare that I had drained my tea and left in minutes. She wore a typical sort of waitress outfit, with big, loose sleeves that were pinned up to her elbows. A large apron went over the outfit, which was tied around her waist and dropped almost to her ankles. When she had stepped up beside me, I could see that she wore boots, the big, heavy kind that you didn't typically see in the village. I wondered where she had gotten those from.

>>40779931
KogaBanki is such a nice pairing

>>36005535
Banki and Kogasa are good friends!

>>35094125
you will be bred