Startled profanity announced Kuronue's appearance in the sorting room. Twisting at the waist and peaking over his shoulder to look around rather warily, as well as curiously, he let loose another mumbled tangle of words that may or may not have made much sense to anyone who was close enough to hear. He wasn't quite sure what he'd said himself he
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The arrival of nonhumans would almost always arouse Kusuriyuri's curiosity of the sorting room. The arrival of youkai would almost guarentee his arrival. A kitten-sized ginger Manx rode in his collar, watching the world around him, surveying his kingdom and followers, for all he looked upon were his. Kusuriyuri entered the sorting room, pausing across the room from the newcomer. "We are first met," he said softly, bowing just enough to be polite.
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"And you are?"
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He frowned. It looked like a rat. An orange rat. Hm. Now he was hungry.
He forced his eyes back to Kusuriyuri. "I am Kuronue. If that's not redundant too to say"
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Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow. "We are well met, it is hoped. If this one may be of assistance?" he offered, spreading his hands slightly to show their empty state, though the gesture wasn't quite as convincing among demons as it was among humans. "He is a professor at this place," he added by way of recommendation.
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"Thank you," he said. "I'm doing quite well."
He narrowed his eyes a little. "You...have certain...familiarities about you," he said cautiously.
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Boukensha chirruped, tilting his head against Kusuriyuri's head before resuming sitting in his collar.
((Kusu genuinely doesn't know Kurama's past because he never asked))
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"I died, and tried to protect him from the same fate."
True, he had succeeded, but what had it cost Kuronue?
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"Forgive me if I am slightly bitter about this."
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