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if your child says "nya" at you, then you might want to send them to love live anonymous.

Out of the many, strange wonders the modern world has to offer, Nakigitsune takes to one in particular -- a seemingly innocent phone game about a group of female idols, which, in retrospect, doesn’t seem that exciting. Still, it’s pretty addictive -- he notices himself caring more and more about events, cards and full combos; skilled fingers tracing the round, colorful outlines visible on his phone screen. 

At first, it’s kind of hard to keep up -- his fox helps him out, sometimes, its paws acting like additional fingers to support Nakigitsune. It lets him achieve ridiculous scores very early on -- he builds himself an odd kind of reputation, and that’s how he meets Kenma. The other boy quickly becomes interested in Nakigitsune’s way of playing -- but, by the time he asks to play together, Naki is experienced enough to do it without the fox’s help (though it stays watchful, in his lap, just in case something happens) and so, there’s not much to see.

Still, he finds himself enjoying the other boy’s quiet company; there’s some awkwardness, but considering they both seem to be pretty bad at social interactions, it somehow negates itself. Instead, they find comfortable silence, and make playing together some sort of a habit -- be it at Kenma’s house or his own.

Normally, it’s pretty relaxed; this time, however, an event that Kenma had his eye on for a while is going on, and the tension is pretty obvious (especially since Nakigitsune holds the first rank pridefully.) Seated on the floor, they play in silence for most of the evening -- pausing only when they’re out of LP, and unwilling to waste any more gems on fixing said problem.

“Since it’s going to take a while, how about we head to the kitchen to make some snacks for later? Are you okay, Kozume-sama?” The fox turns to look at Kenma, who seems a little more tense than usual. Nakigitsune merely tilts his head, in question, glancing down at his phone -- he’s still first, with Kenma following as close second, but does it really matter that much?

Humans really are strange, aren’t they?

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"We're fine, we're fine! Thank you, Kogitsunemaru-sama!" The fox wags its' tail, briefly, as the material finally stops blocking their vision. Naki's expression doesn't betray any particular emotion -- neither displeasure nor excitement -- but it's easy to tell that he's relieved, simply from the small sigh that escapes his lips. His shoulders slouch a little as the bigger fox ruffles his hair, but, at the very least, his little stunt seems to have helped Yamato and Hori out -- even if only temporarily. "I didn't do anything," he mutters, finally, as yet another employee with the colorful string of death approaches the other pair.

For a few seconds, he lets himself focus on something else; gets back up to his feet, with Kogitsunemaru's help, and begins to dust off his clothes, as well as the fox. In the meantime, the female approaches them -- the fox bristles, defensively, but thankfully, they don't have to deal with her for too long (or at all.) Mesmerized, he watches as Kogitsunemaru skillfully coaxes the rope from the employee's hands; as soon as he's done, she falls on her butt, and Nakigitsune smiles, just briefly (though he feels a little bad, too.) But, before the thought of apologizing even fully crosses his mind, both Yamato and Hori are already leaving, and Kogitsunemaru follows after them -- thus, Nakigitsune does, too.

Thankfully, the changing room seems to be Thirster3000-free. Relaxing, just slightly, he enters one of the secluded cabins, glancing at the human-sized mirror on the other side of the wall. Relieved he doesn't have to put up with someone unfamiliar putting their hands on him -- that'd definitely be uncomfortable -- he nods, shrugging after a moment. "I don't mind." Carefully, he sets the fox down on one of the small benches in the cabin; then, reaches up to start unbuttoning his jacket, coaxing a loud screech from the fox.

"W - wait, Nakigitsune! This isn't proper! Kogitsunemaru-sama, please don't look! What if you get some sort of dirty thoughts?!" It's rambling, frantically, wandering from one side of the bench to another. Nakigitsune doesn't really understand why it's improper in the first place -- it's just taking measurements, right? But, the fox has always been a little too adamant about letting anyone (including the Saniwa sage) see Nakigitsune in anything less than his full apparel. "It's fine if it's Kogitsunemaru-sama," Nakigitsune assures the fox, softly, shrugging the jacket off his now bare shoulders.

Just as the fox is about to argue, Nakigitsune feels something wet hit his head, then shoulders, then steadily covering both him and Kogitsunemaru in what seems to be a rainfall of water -- he's not really sure what's going on, but glances up, anyway, at the odd device above them. "Oh no! Now your clothes will get wet, too! This is bad, this is very, very bad --" The fox continues, but Nakigitsune is more focused on how uncomfortable the water makes his pants feel -- they're already pretty tight, even without additional help.  

"Ah... how annoying," he mumbles, more to himself than Kogitsunemaru, glancing down at the water slowly sinking in the carpet underneath their feet. Just as he does so, the ground shakes, briefly -- you can barely feel it, and maybe he wouldn't be able to tell, if it wasn't for the fox shuddering. "An earthquake? How odd!" It chirps, hiding underneath the crimpled coat Nakigitsune threw to the side. Still, the water stops pouring -- and an odd, grainy voice can be heard from the speakers hung in the corners of the room.

"We͢'͝re͞ ̵so̷rr͘y̸ f̕o̷r ̕t̀h̵e inc̛onv̧e͟nie͝n͢c̵e҉.̨ Pl͏eąse,́ ́c͝ont̶in͘ue a͢s͝ y͜o͢u͠ w̡ere̕ and don't ͠mi̵n͞d͝ ͢-- ͢it wa̶s ͢ou̧r ́f̧ire̡ ͞ala͏rm̸ ͜fre̸a͘ki̷n͢g̢ ̧ou̕t̢. W̢e can ͜asśu͡re yo͝u thąt҉ ̴t͢he͢r͢ȩ ̶is̀ ̵n̡o ͟fiŕe,͟ ̶a͠nd́ cer̀tain͏ly ͢n҉o̢ m͘et̴e͞or̴ ̀h͜as been launched -͡-̸ I̢ ͞m͢ean͝,̧ wha̷t͝?̴ ̢Ha̴h̷a,̷ ̶anywa̴y̡,̡ ͡happy ̴s͢hop̨ping!͢"

Strange.

"Measure me," he demands, after a few seconds of silence, throwing his arms up to allow Kogitsunemaru access. "Do I have to take the rest off, too, or will this be okay?"

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Dᴀᴅᴅʏ Cᴏᴜɴᴄɪʟ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ﹐ ₁﹕₂₅ PM﹐ Oʙᴀᴍᴀ·s ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ.

"Sir, we have worrying news," a servant clad in black speaks, approaching the Daddy Council president's desk. Obama looks up from above his papers, all of the letters begging him for divorce that he gets to reject on a daily basis, waiting for the man to speak. "It seems like there's a meteor headed our way, Sir. It'll crash very soon -- what should we do?"

Obama doesn't seem surprised -- rather, he squints, mischievously, a small grin appearing on his face. "I knew they were going to make their move sooner or later. We're prepared for this, aren't we? Redirect it immediately, and make sure no one gets hurt. They will not prevail -- their thirst will never reach my precious residents, for as long as I live. Call Matty B for conference -- we must discuss our further involvement in this war. For the time being, focus on the meteor. You're dismissed."

"Yes, Sir!"

EAT THAT BOOTY LIKE GROCERIES

　The suddenly overeager sales rep who comes up to them, all hands and insistences that this is what must be done, is alarming. When Horikawa’s husband looks back to him with fear in his eyes mouthing a request to save him, that’s even more so. Of course Horikawa himself can’t just leave Yamato to fend for himself and starts to trail after the pair, just about to interrupt the… scene, that is occurring when - 

　“Eeeeeek!!”

　It all happens so fast, and it’s like some kind of miracle has occurred. In a storm of bras and panties the employee is knocked from her feet, covered in the soft cups, and the tape is dropped from her grasp. Yamato, on the other hand, seems unharmed. A glance back shows that the act was probably done by Naki, and while it’s unlikely he’ll be seen through the soft bra… cup… that is covering the fox’s vision Horikawa gives a thumbs up anyway. Nice timing. Nice rescue. Good fox. There may have been more concern for the lady who is currently picking herself up had she not just been attempting to pull Horikawa’s husbands clothes off of him.

　She’s fine! More than a little exhausted by the four menaces who have entered her store, but that’s about the only thing wrong with her from the looks of things! It doesn’t take long before she steps away to consult with the other employees (presumably to clean up the mess that’s been caused), and Horikawa gives a sigh of relief. He’s sure that Yamato is too, honestly. He can’t imagine being in that position. The wakizashi is just about to speak up about their luck when the employee approaches them again! With a different hair style?

　“I’m sorry about that. I can continue with your measurements now!” Huh? What? [shofu voice] HELLO? They already dealt with this menace, didn’t she only just walk away? It takes a moment of shocked blinking before Horikawa realizes it really is a different employee, stretching her tape out and getting ready to take sizes with a slightly scary sparkle in her eye. No way, something has got to be done about this before she gets carried away, so he takes the first thought to cross his mind. Well, originally he was just going to list off his sizes to the last girl if she needed them and save himself the trouble, but Yamato had specifically looked to him for help right?

　Leaning down to scoop the tape that had been dropped by the last employee, Horikawa holds it up with a somewhat apologetic smile as he begins to untangle it.

　“Actually, Miss, we should be alright. If we measure and tell you the results then you can tell us what the size is. It would be a waste for you to spend time over here when those two look like they need your help as well!” Haste makes waste, as Kane-san says, and she’s obviously too eager to strip Yamato down to consider the most efficient course of action! Haha, good thing Horikawa is here, as she seems to give a sigh of defeat and one last, longing look at the uchigatana before moving away. It’s not long before Hori looks back to find her tugging at the foxes with a brand new measuring tape in hand. That’s good - they seemed curious about these as well! Naki, especially, could probably have used a hand in figuring them out.

　Well, even if he managed to find that solution it isn’t as if he can lie about it. Especially if she does need the sizes of all the current customers. With that thought he turns back to Yamato.

　“If it’s me, it should be fine, right Yasusada-san?” Wearing a proud expression, who knew that needing to learn how to take measurements for Kotori’s costume making would come in handy for him at a time like this! Now he’s the one looking at the uchigatana expectantly with tape in hand. “Ah, but she was right about the clothes… I’m sorry, but they do change the measurements - especially when they’re like ours.” That is to say, all layers and practicality; someone like Naki could possibly escape this fate? Maybe not… it’s arguable though.

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The corners of his lips quirk up in a small smile, as the older fox sets the controller down with a serious expression on his face. At first, it's amusing; despite his habit of keeping a straight face at all times, around Kogitsunemaru, he relaxes enough to smile (and sometimes even laugh, quietly, though he tries his best not to. It feels awkward.) After a while, though -- and a quick glance to the other's side of the screen, where the text proudly displays 10th place - Naki starts feeling a little bad. In the end, Kogitsunemaru is less skilled at games than himself -- he should probably let him catch a break, from time to time.

Thankfully, Kogitsunemaru has enough experience to get himself back up to third place in no time -- as he does so, Naki decides that it'd be nice to let him win, even if Kogitsunemaru would probably sulk if he knew. Still, Nakigitsune figures that if he can do it and make it look natural, it won't be so bad -- he's not that much of an actor, but, at the very least, knows how to stage things well on screen (in the end, he knows a few tricks that other people don't; learning games throughly became some kind of a hobby.)

Huffing quietly as Kogitsunemaru bumps his shoulder into Naki's, the only acknowledgement he gets is a small nod -- otherwise, Nakigitsune stays focused, as to not betray his true intentions. The second lap goes without any disturbances; it's the third, and last one, that he begins to put his plan to life in. Getting rid of the kart currently positioned at second place isn't much trouble, as he pushes the NPC off the road and down into the starry abyss. They respawn soon enough, somewhere at the end of the race, but with them gone, Kogitsunemaru is now second.

After that, he lets the race continue normally; however, right before the finish line, and on the last, curvy part of the road, his kart slides to the side, dangerously, eventually slipping off the road and into the black void underneath by mere milimeters. The fox in his lap jumps up, shocked, and even Nakigitsune -- who has never fallen before -- wears a surprised expression. "Nakigitsune fell! Aaah, what a bad luck! Right before the finish line, too!"

"My bad," he mumbles, finishing the race fifth, and puts the controller down, glancing up at Kogitsunemaru. The excitement on his expression is obvious -- Nakigitsune had noticed his hands shaking earlier, too, as he undoubtedly got into the game. "Congratulations," he adds, after a moment, reaching up to pet the other's head lightly. "It's the first time Kogitsunemaru-sama won! Isn't it great? We're proud of you, Kogitsunemaru-sama! You're getting better!" The fox announces, happily, wagging its tail. "Still, Nakigitsune, you need to be more careful! You took Kogitsunemaru-sama for granted, didn't you?"

He doesn't answer immediately, but remains grateful that the fox doesn't suspect it was his plan all along -- or, if it does, which is the more likely option, it doesn't speak a word about it. "Yes. Sorry," comes a soft apology, as he leans back against the couch. "I will do my best next time."

Who died and made you emperor of yiffing.

     Currently, in the twisted map that is Rainbow Road, Kogitsunemaru shifts his weight from right to left, then left to right, and back again, teetering back and forth as he concentrates on staying on the road. Sometimes, he ends up rolling over to the side, in the process (always to the opposite side of Nakigitsune, because he figures that Nakigitsune’s fox would complain, if Kogi toppled Naki over in the midst of a Mario Kart race), but he always sits back up, his sharp, red eyes remaining glued to the screen, all the while.

     Much to his luck, the blue shell that he throws manages to send Naki’s kart spinning, and Kogitsunemaru watches, as the other two NPC karts speed past him. He snickers, upon hearing a soft, exasperated exhale of air from the boy next to him; the action ends up leaving Naki in third place – and only a few inches in front of his own kart, as well. Briefly, Kogi wonders if he can accelerate fast enough to bolt past Naki; he doesn’t think twice before going for it, jamming his thumb against the up button with as much strength as he can use without breaking the console itself. However, Nakigitsune, pro gamer at age 700+, manages to obstruct the older fox from zooming ahead and expertly turns his kart to the side, colliding into Kogi’s.

     And there goes Kogitsunemaru’s kart, off the side of Rainbow Road, into the dark void of space.

     “Oi, oi,” is what he says first, when Naki’s fox cheerfully yips out the obvious. He slowly sets the controller down, waiting the few, but precious, seconds that it takes for the kart to re-spawn. It feels like ages, and when his kart finally does reappear, Kogitsunemaru has been pushed to 10th place, or so. His eyes shift up, giving Naki’s side of the screen a quick glance – the boy has already recovered his throne of first place.

     With his place so low, now, the items that the boxes give him are better in terms of quality, and by luck, the next box that he zooms through ends up giving him a super mushroom, or something – the mushroom that lets you speed countlessly, for a given amount of time… or something. While his explanation of the item is still shabby, what he does know is that it lets him go very fast and very invincibly for a bit before the item expires. 

     He abuses the item button, speeding past (and bumping out of his way) numerous NPC karts, until Kogi lands in 3rd place – the highest place that he’s ever attained so far, and as they cross the finish line for the first lap out of three, his hands shake a bit, from excitement. Leaning towards the side and giving Naki’s shoulder a light bump, he grins; can feel himself getting into it. “It’s only beginning, Nakigitsune…! It’ll hurt if you get bitten, after all.”

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Truth is, in this new, unfamiliar world, the only person who makes him feel relatively safe is Kogitsunemaru. It's because of that Nakigitsune rarely ever lets the man out of his sight -- follows him around, helplessly, oftentimes holding onto his robes. At night, plagued with all sorts of thoughts, clinging to Kogitsunemaru helps him sleep; to reduce the possible discomfort, most times, he climbs on top of the bigger fox, fingers curled in the long, white strands of soft hair (it calms him down so much he has a new tendency to oversleep every time.)

At first, he was anxious about possibly being an annoyance; as the time passed, though, he realized that Kogitsunemaru doesn't seem to mind and relaxed -- and now, they're practically inseparable (not that he's complaining.) 

The habit of spending their evenings (and sometimes nights, and mornings) playing games came from him: it's him that got interested in the technology first, and him who introduced Kogitsunemaru to it. For him, learning how to play wasn't a particularly tiring ordeal -- even now, he sits completely still, shoulders slumped in relaxation, as he assesses the situation on the screen carefully. Kogitsunemaru, in the other hand, always ends up shifting all over the place: sometimes climbs on the couch, sometimes back down, leaning to the right or left, depending on the direction his kart has to take.

Needless to say, Nakigitsune finds it adorable; glances at the older fox from time to time, just to watch his odd ministrations. Right now, though, he can't spare a second to do so -- being the first is a hard position to be in, considering how difficult it is to keep yourself ahead of everyone. As the road curves and tangles, even he has trouble staying on it -- most of the time, however, it's him pushing other karts into the starry abyss beneath them (they respawn within seconds, but these seconds cost a lot.)

Just like there's a certain danger of getting too close to Naki, there's also a risk of remaining on the first place throughout the entire race. Others can catch blue shells -- something he despises from the bottom of his heart -- and successfully screw him over. It's no different this time; as soon as he's struck (by Kogitsunemaru, no less) his kart falls back to the third place, and he huffs under his breath, mouth curling in a small pout. Still, this means he's now directly in front of Kogitsunemaru -- and, though he feels a little mean about it, he swivels his kart towards the older fox's one, crashing into it and successfully pushing it off the road.

"Ah," comes a soft sound of amusement, as the fox screeches, loudly:

"Oh no! Kogitsunemaru-sama fell!"

Who died and made you emperor of yiffing.

     “Ah, what a silly fox, asking for something so trivial — I’d brush your fur anyway, you know that!” Upon meeting Nakigitsune for the first time (back during their service beneath the Saniwa Sage), what had absolutely captivated Kogitsunemaru’s attention was the fox perched on the boy’s shoulder, not the boy himself. But, as much as he finds himself enamored with the fox, he finds himself oddly interested, in Nakigitsune far more. 

     Maybe it’s the curious way that Naki trails him around the house, maybe it’s the way that he insistently tugs at Kogi’s sleeve, whenever he wants something (tug, tug, tug tug tug)— and maybe it’s the way that, when he wakes up at night, he finds the boy asleep on top of him, his breathing coming rhythmically and easily, clutching a small fistful of long, white hair in his sleep. Hearing Naki verbally agree to his terms, however, is a treat that never grows old to Kogitsunemaru, and the tufts of his ears perk up, straining to savor as much of Naki’s soft voice as possible. 

     "You know the trend of our games — so, take your time; cash your reward whenever you want. Still, let’s have a good game. Give it your all!” And with that said, his fingers curve around the controller, his thumbs ghosting over the buttons as he goes to pick Bowser, mostly for the spikes sticking out of the character’s back. For a sword that’s practically lived in a glass cage for his entire life, Nakigitsune is surprisingly good at these games. Kogitsunemaru never really argues about losing so often, though, even if displeasure does display in his reaction; there’s a faint spark that lights in Nakigitsune’s eyes, when he gets into it, and Kogitsunemaru thinks that it’s worth the loss.

     As usual, Nakigitsune dashes ahead with his little character on-screen, sliding his way into 1st place immediately. As for Kogitsunemaru, he usually ranges somewhere between 4th and 5th after the rush of the starting line, out of 12. (He’s gotten better; apparently, the up-and-A momentum is a powerful determining factor, and necessary to master.) 

     The next few seconds between them are silent, as their attention focuses on the television screen, with Nakigitsune moving only his fingers, whereas Kogi tilts both the remote and the top half of his body from left to right, wondering if it would help him stay on track as his kart swivels precariously on Rainbow Road. Slipping on some banana peels that Nakigitsune set up (and voicing it with a loud shout every time; it’s easier to avoid them on a static map, he thinks — anything but Rainbow Road), it’s a miracle that he’s still managing to keep his wheels on the road, and not somewhere in the black sludge pit of space hell.

     Careening along at fourth place, the box that Kogi’s kart collides into gives him a blue shell. This, he shoots off instantly, mentally crossing his fingers that it’ll push Naki back down towards second place, or third.

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"Very well! We shall soon begin!" The fox chimes in, humming contentedly as it glances at the screen. Nakigitsune's already done setting them up: the Rainbow Road definitely isn't one of Kogitsunemaru's fortes, but then again, nothing really is. Plus, he finds the man's reactions amusing -- especially when he falls right off the destined track (though this might not be obvious, due to his exceptional ability to keep his expression dull at all times.)

It's the fox that proposes the bet, but Nakigitsune doesn't really mind; his muteness is selective, and it's not because he doesn't like to speak, per se -- it's more about his inability to do so properly (it's hard to find the right words -- socializing is a skill he hasn't mastered yet.) Still, if it's Kogitsunemaru, he supposes he doesn't mind; without any sort of practice, he'll stay like this forever, after all (it's not exactly a problem, but he's eager to learn.)

Huffing in slight embarrassment (Kogitsunemaru says sweet, and Nakigitsune stumbles over the words forming in his head) he gives the man a small, barely noticeable nod. "Okay," the natural, smooth vibe of his voice surprises even him, sometimes; the fox, in the other hand, looks positively delighted at the sound of it. "Then, if we win -- although I'll merely watch! -- Kogitsunemaru-sama will brush my fur! How about that? I'm supporting Nakigitsune mentally, so I deserve a small reward, don't I? Of course, the main prize should still go to Nakigitsune!" Briefly, it wags its' tail; Nakigitsune doesn't protest, so it's a silent confirmation.

Truthfully, he has no idea what he'd like to get in exchange. Would it be too bold to ask for a hug? Kogitsunemaru's warmth is always enjoyable; though, he refrains from speaking up about it. "I'll decide later," he mumbles, finally, starting the game without any further warnings. It takes its time to zoom in on the players, as well as show the outline of the complicated stage -- even he has trouble staying on it, sometimes, especially when random boosts are used against him.

(He picks the Mii character, mostly because it's just as blank faced as himself, so it fits.)

"Well then, let's have a good game!" The fox announces, and it begins -- from the very start, Nakigitsune speeds forward, heading straight towards the colorful boxes including various traps he can set up for Kogitsune.

Who died and made you emperor of yiffing.

     While the world had not necessarily gone dark for him, after the night of the storm (he offers his eternal gratitude to the deity responsible for his crafting), it has changed, in ways that he isn’t used to living in. The lights, the technology, and the generally faster pace of life — it’s a overwhelming situation to be immersed in, if he has to be honest. Though, he’s grateful that it’s Nakigitsune that’s with him, and not anyone else; even among the swords of the Saniwa sage, Kogitsunemaru finds comfort in his familiar, although quiet, presence. 

     At first, adjusting proves difficult — he recognizes Nakigitsune’s efforts in pointing out how the rudimentary functions work: light switches, household appliances, and some sort of shiny white objects in what the other boy calls the ‘bathroom’. But, what’s more interesting to him are the hobbies that Nakigitsune has picked up, including handheld games — one of which Nakigitsune had taken the liberty of trying to teach him.

     It’d taken Kogitsunemaru a week or two to fully understand what buttons on the console to push at what time, and the rhythm of the game overall (so you’re supposed to bump into the boxes?), but now, more or less, he knows the basics. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he lets out a laugh at the fox’s words — at its challenge — watching it settle comfortably into Nakigitsune’s lap before pondering over what it says next.

     "You want to make a bet? With me?” Pausing, he glances up to think. (Instinctively, his gaze wanders towards the screen, where he watches Nakigitsune pick Rainbow Road — it makes him frown a bit, but he doesn’t mind.) “Aah, how’s this? If I win, let me hear more of that sweet voice of yours, Nakigitsune. Not the fox’s, yours.” He understands the reason behind Nakigitsune’s muteness, just as Nakigitsune understands that destroyed swords don’t arrive with their weapon; it goes hand in hand. “Just here, in this apartment— so that only the fox and I will hear. How’s that?”

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Everything happens too fast for him to properly register; one second, he's getting dragged along by Kogitsunemaru, and another, he's surrounded by these strange... chest contraptions. The fox doesn't seem particularly comfortable here, either, covering its eyes in shame; the mannequins do look rather provocative, after all, and Naki quickly decides he wants no part in messing around with bras, of all things. After all, there's no male mannequins around here; it seems like they don't need them, or, at the very least, they aren't crucial to their daily lives.

Distracted by looking at anything but the bras, he doesn't notice Yamato approaching him with a particularly big one until it's too late -- that's to say, until it's pressed into his face, the straps tangling behind his head. The fox yips, confused, and in its' attempt to free itself, only makes it worse; Nakigitsune, in the other hand, flails and grips the material, trying to get it off his face. Needless to say, this is nothing like his mask -- rather, it's blinding and suffocating, and he really doesn't want it anywhere near him. 

Through his struggle and rasped breaths, he can hear some sort of a commotion -- a female voice, asking for Yamato's size. Whether the situation escalates or not, Nakigitsune doesn't know; can't see anything through the enormous bra cup, stumbling around in futile attempts to rip it off. Seems like while he's attempting to do so, something other than the bra is getting ripped -- he can hear the material tear, and Yamato's insistent voice that he can do it by himself. Guided by the sounds, he changes the direction of his stumbling in hopes of getting some help over there.

Sadly, instead of bumping into a person, he bumps into something else -- a stand full of bras, as it turns out a second later, and, due to the impact, it quickly falls over. He can hear a yell -- a girl? -- and then long silence, as he's reaching, completely hopelessly, for anyone. The bras are everywhere -- he can feel them underneath his feet, stepping on the soft cups, and eventually manages to reach the group, quickly clinging to Kogitsunemaru and tugging on his robes.

"Kogitsunemaru-sama! Can you please get this off of us? Aaah, I can't breathe like this!" The fox complains, finally standing still. If it wasn't for the way it tangled the bra behind Nakigitsune's head, it'd probably be easier to get off -- sadly, for the time being, he's trapped, clutching at the material of Kogitsunemaru's clothes. Through the faint buzz in his ears, he can hear the girl's voice again:

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it wasn't heavy! We'll clean it up, so you guys go ahead and shop," she assures, a little tiredly.

Well, at least it didn't hurt her, he guesses. They'd surely be kicked out if that was the case, though even if he can't see anything right now, he can almost feel the glares directed at them by the employees. Oh well.

EAT THAT BOOTY LIKE GROCERIES

certofiel:

　A lot of things can be learned through laundry, he’s found, and though Horikawa doesn’t often think much of the task he makes sure to go out of his way to ensure that his family never runs out of fresh clothes along with any other menial chores that may be laying around for him. Well, apparently similar findings can be heard of through the phone, and in the end it seems to have been a combination of the two that lead the small group to the front of Victoria’s Secret.

　Not that this particular store had been a location that they were particularly set on, but it seems that Yamato is confident in his findings, and even more beneficial is the coincidence of the gift they gain upon waiting to enter the store. What a strange man… Speaking of thongs and new 2015 hits, but just as Nakigitsune does, Horikawa pulls his own ticket from Kogitsune’s grasp to read it over once more. Photoshoots, huh? “Ah, like Master…” Of course it’s the first thing to mind, though the wakizashi is aware that Eli’s pictures… don’t quite turn out like this. He can’t help but be impressed by this luck - the fox is right in that respect! Although -

　Well, a glance through the glass and he can already tell with some puzzlement this is certainly not the same kind of underwear he’s wearing. Even so it isn’t as if Nakigitsune is protesting, and the other sword is admittedly more modernized than even himself despite the differing amount of time they’ve spent in this city. Maybe this is just the kind of things the others are learning as Horikawa practices his choreography? If that’s how things are, he won’t question it.

　“Yes, yes! It’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it?” He gives a short nod with his words, apparently pleased with the event. “Well, we shouldn’t waste any more time like this. It’s true, if we have such an opportunity, let’s make the best of it!” Now, that said with all his usual energy he does the first thing that seems apparent - he takes hold of Yamato’s wrist and moves to open the front door. Pulling the uchigatana along with him, he takes the first steps into the mysterious store and looks around. And well… It’s… It’s something alright.

     Kogitsunemaru can’t say that he really understand what’s been put into his hand — four tickets for something? Something… photoshoot, something… Most of it flies over his head, truthfully, and it isn’t until Nakigitsune’s fox defines what the tickets are that Kogitsunemaru finally understands — acquiring items without currency, through the use of these tickets, it seems. The others help themselves to a ticket, which leaves him to scrutinize the one left to him, reading the description printed on its surface.

     “As they say… You shouldn’t pass up free things, right? Who knows, if a chance like this will come up again?” And with that, all four of them seem to be set on entering the store to use these tickets. Whatever a ‘photoshoot’ is… Surely, it couldn’t be that important?????

     Horikawa takes the initiative and pulls Yamato beyond the front door, and into the shop; seeing this, Kogitsunemaru pauses at the doorway, making sure that Nakigitsune follows behind him, before turning back around, to join the other two at whichever section of the store that they’ve decided to peruse, first. As they enter, an employee standing at the entrance of the shop welcomes them in, with a friendly voice: “Welcome to the Panty Party!” 

     …Which ends up being somewhat irrelevant for the first hour or so of their shopping expedition, because Horikawa and Yamato end up thoroughly occupied at the bra corner of the shop, glancing over bras of various colors, voicing their surprise loudly (it blends with the music, but he can still hear them). Bras with polka-dots, bras with lace, bras with no decoration at all, more bras than one could ever imagine. Eager to catch up (Yamato and Hori are of the younger generations of swords; coupled with their excitement, it’s no wonder that they’ve zoomed off ahead), the tachi reaches for Nakigitsune gently; whispers his name before grasping his wrist, as to startle him less, tugging him towards the bra section. “Naki, look!” he comments, once they manage to be within the vicinity of the other two. Truthfully, he doesn’t know what these are — do they go on one’s behind? Where do they go???? Where do you put them??? Though the mannequins that he sees seem to have them across female chests… A curious development of society’s demands, Kogitsunemaru thinks.

     In the middle of their excitement, an employee approaches the four of them, tapping the closest person to her — Yamato — on the shoulder, to gain his attention. As she holds up a yellow measuring rope, delineated with lines every so often, and a clipboard (listed with letters and numbers), she asks him: “Excuse me!! Have you been measured for your size yet?”

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Who died and made you emperor of yiffing.

While going outside means new opportunities of exploration, Nakigitsune still spends most of his time at home, away from the crowds and unfamiliar people. There's a lot of things you can do inside, after all -- he falls into certain routines easily, sitting on the couch with his phone or in front of the computer while Kogitsunemaru sleeps, usually preferring to be in the same room as the other (not to mention, his fox likes to curl up beside the taller man rather than stare at the screen till four in the morning.)

Marriage is still an awkward concept; he knows about it from stories and his own observations, having witnessed both the best and the worst of Akimoto family (men drinking themselves into drunken stupor, happy families, kids who will never see their father again.) Nevertheless, he's glad that it's with Kogitsunemaru, of all people -- they might not know each other that well, but he's a fox, too, and due to that familiarity, Nakigitsune feels perfectly comfortable when he's around. (His fox tells him over and over again that he shouldn't trust someone so easily, but he's hardly ever listening.)

Unlike Naki, Kogitsune seems to have some trouble adjusting. It's to be expected -- the other fox is definitely older and less used to the time passing by, due to... certain events resulting in his destruction. It doesn't bother him, really -- he shows Kogitsunemaru everything he knows, in hopes of helping him out, if only a little. At the very least, his clumsy attempts to explain technology result in the other learning how to play games -- and it's that kind of an evening, both of them seated in front of the television.

He's sitting on the floor, back rested against the couch, as the fox proudly carries the game CD over to the console. They've played Mario Kart before -- casually, because Kogitsune had to learn controls, but tonight, they've decided to play for real. Which means, it's rainbow road time. The fox pushes the button, and slips the CD in, trotting back to Nakigitsune and climbing in his lap. 

"Are you ready, Kogitsunemaru-sama? This time around, we're not going to go easy on you, so please prepare yourself!" It announces happily, as Nakigitsune picks the race settings. "Isn't this exciting? Maybe we should make a bet? But, that would be a little unfair..."

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Needless to say, Nakigitsune takes a liking to this time period pretty quickly. It's not as if he can be picky -- most of his life, he'd simply observe life going from a class case, unable to do anything himself. This time, however, left to his own devices, his curiosity and endless amounts of exploration make him adapt pretty quickly (unlike his less fortunate spouse.) Even though he's still rather new to this place, he's already fully modernized -- a phone in his pocket (texting sure does beat talking) and clothes he'd gotten just recently, following what he'd seen on the streets.

Alas, not everyone was as quick to get used to this strange (yet fascinating) world.

He's familiar with all three of his companions; for a brief period of time, he'd fought alongside them and the Saniwa sage. It makes hanging out just a little more bearable; he eases into their company, the nervous knot caused by socializing almost completely gone. But, they aren't here just to hang out -- rather, himself and Horikawa had decided to help their spouses out, as it's pretty clear that both Yamato and Kogitsunemaru are still a little... behind on the times. (And, frankly, it's causing him more embarrassment than buying Kogitsune underwear ever will.)

As Yamato announces their next destination, his gaze wanders to the store mentioned, glancing at the fancy lettering on the logo. It looks... not exactly like what they need, but maybe the countless, female mannequins with various kinds of lingerie on them are misleading. (He makes sure not to make direct eye-contact with any of them. Not that they have eyes, per se, but still.) They cross the street in a few, short strides, and as they're about to enter, a man stands in their way, going on and on and on about thongs --

"Ah?" He turns his head towards Kogitsunemaru, who seems to have acquired a few tickets. The man disappears just as fast as he'd appeared, and he plucks one ticket from between Kogitsune's fingers gently, glancing down at the explicit picture of a female in a bikini and a flashy annoucement. "Oooh! Doesn't this mean we will be able to acquire items without the need to use currency? Isn't that great, everyone? How lucky!" The fox chippers happily, wagging its tail. 

Well, it does seem handy, but...

"Shall we go inside?" It inquires, after a moment, glancing around Nakigitsune's companions. The boy himself remains just as blank-faced as ever, staring at the supposed 'men's section' of the store through the glass. Well, since they got lucky with the tickets, they might as well make use of them -- he decides against speaking up about it, and so the fox remains quiet, waiting for everyone's confirmation.

EAT THAT BOOTY LIKE GROCERIES

At this point the vacation that’s been offered to them by Gaen Kyoya is nice and allows them to relax though hearing about some really creepy rumors is a nice touch. Now, there are people that are just flabbergasted, excited even to see what this island has in store for them and what secrets that could uncover as if they were Indiana Jones. The surprises that could come are endless within the vicinity of Iuctum West.

Anyway, the group that are out and about this time are no strangers to one another, one tachi, two uchigatana and one wakizashi that have all came together. The agreement between all of them is that they should all indulge in a shopping trip since well, they deserve to do something worthwhile and be more modern is what both one of the uchigatana and the tachi is told. Perhaps they are just too stuck within their own time frame since they shared equally confused looks to one another when told this.

With a few questions to find a good local clothes store, a girl who looked like a succubus had patted Yamato’s head with a deadpan ‘pat’s you’ attitude. This sent a shiver down the poor boy’s back as he backs away, he didn’t like it at all. She was like talking to a wall but luckily he was able to get some information. Returning back to his group who stood there waiting for him, “I gained information, if we go to that shop over there.” He raises an arm and points towards a store with the name ‘Victoria’s Secret’ titled for all to see. “That everyone has been shopping there, it’s what we’ve been looking for, right?”

When they all begin their move, there’s a man in the way with his phone and a towel around his neck. He seems to be talking to someone important as he stands in way of Victoria Secret’s entrance. “Hey wassup man, yeah I’m ready, I’m just waiting for this girl to bring my daughter back, they went into this store that displaying one of my number 1 hits. Th-Th-TH-TH-THONG. Also, the models that will show off my new brand of thongs.”

Alright.. When will he move doe? The man covers the receiver of his phone when he sees the group of four standing before him. “Huh, are you all the models that I was looking for? Y’all came late. Yo Wood, let me call you back.” With a click of his flip phone snapping shut. “Y’all need to be more careful I’m on a time schedule, anyway—” He hands the the taller of the four, four tickets that seem able to try on clothes for free and take photoshoots.

“I trust you all will be on your best behavior when in there, right? Right. I need to go get ready for my new 2015 hit.” And with that, the man walked away.

Blinking his eyes.. Yamato raises a hand to his cheek and scratches it a little bit confused. “Huh.. What just happened..?”

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