#yoshino have mercy on him - HYELLO BTW LOVE YOU LOADS

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable | continued ♥

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The mention of just how much exactly umaibo cost - a price low enough even this random foreigner should have the change to cover it - dies at the back of her throat (behind some cheese-flavoured umaibo she was chewing on herself because she's most definitely the store's best customer, at least when it comes to it snack aisle) at the mention of a story.

Yoshino neither considers herself nor is she a particular word-favourable person. She prefers doing, she prefers action, if you have something to tell her, why not show her instead? If you saw a cool place, take her to it, if you found something funny, bring it to her, let her hold it and do something with it.

Words are nothing compared to living through things others will then tell people about in forms of stories.

But this here seems like the kind of situation she could make an exception for.

She's crouched behind the counter with her chest pressed against her, the umaibo held between herself and the intriguing stranger who must be going through some sort of adventurous endeavour to come rushing in the way he had.

Of course she agreed to let him hide. Who is she, if not herself? No one familiar with Fujiwara Yoshino would expect her to do different - much to the dismay of all those who wish she wouldn't put herself in 'stranger danger' situations quite as frequently as she does.

Yoshino tends to blame her nature as a tanuki (though, if you attribute any part of her to her species, she'll bite you).

Plenty other rightfully argue it's just her.

Doesn't matter either way.

She plops down onto her knees and squints at him.

"That is terrible business. My boss would fire me if I took stories in exchange for food." She says all this while opening the umaibo, grabbing one of his hands, and pressing it into his claimed palm. "Therefore, it better be a good story."

Then she sits down properly next to him and looks at him expectantly.