Day 47: Sun Room [2nd shift]
Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room
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Not seeing any other crises that needed averting, Yukari flopped down on a couch in the sun and promptly nodded off.
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The piteous wail was the only warning had before something - or, as it was, someone - flopped down on Yukari in turn. And she was a good deal heavier in her new, false life than she had been in death.
The ghost, having contrived for her head to end up at a lower elevation than Yukari's, stared tearfully up at her. She was good at tearful stares. The dignity of her position need to preserve their effectiveness prevented her from using them too often, but they were her best weapon against Youmu.
Against Yukari, perhaps not, but their games weren't meant to take such a onesided form.
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"Huh, what? Oh my, it's Yuyuko," she commented in a tone of voice that was probably not nearly surprised enough for someone who had just had their best friend appear out of nowhere and glom onto them in their sleep. Especially when their best friend was last seen in the Netherworld of a realm far away.
No, wait, that wasn't right. She'd seen Yuyuko here once. The day before she'd been tricked into thinking she was Violet. Ah, yes, in the morning she had recalled a dream about miss Reiko. Which, in turn, meant it hadn't been a dream. Odd that she'd only spotted the no-longer-quite-a-ghost again so many days after the fact.
"There, there," she said with a comforting smile, patting the pink-haired woman on her pink-haired head. "What seems to be the problem?"
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"Last time they brought me something anyway," she confided, just so it was clear to even a less gluttonous soul that an injustice had been perpetrated. A favor, once extended, was not to be lightly withdrawn... or so Yuyuko was inclined to think when her breakfast was at stake, anyway.
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Yawning and stretching, the youkai squirmed in Yuyuko's grasp as she pulled herself into a semi-sitting position from just lying down. As much as she valued a morning nap, an unexpected meeting with a half-expected specter took priority for the moment.
"And just what have you been up to, that I haven't seen you these past pair of days?" she asked with a lazy smile.
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But if they took breakfast from Yuyuko, it was probably only a matter of time.
The ghost sighed unhappily. "A kind of torture where they take the things you like best? Isn't that the worst for us?"
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"It really is," the youkai agreed. "They keep me awake during the day but all the interesting things happen at night. I have to choose between being tired or bored."
Both of which were states of being that she generally tried to avoid experiencing.
"Well, at least there's a lot of interesting people," she said with a sigh. "I never get visitors at my house."
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"More interesting than your lot back home?" Yuyuko asked, curiosity piqued. Gensokyo was certainly a colorful place; she had trouble thinking of this gray-on-gray institute as being more stimulating. Perhaps it deserved better attention.
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"Well, perhaps not that interesting, and certainly not as pleasant," she admitted. "But it's a change of pace and a number of things you can't find back home. Just last Saturday the town we were visiting was suddenly overrun with animated corpses with a taste for the living. It was all very exciting."
She said it flippantly, though inwardly she had to admit it was not an experience she cared to repeat. It was harder to take an objective laugh at preposterous situations when one was stuck in the middle of them and possibly in danger of dying.
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