[Center][h2][color=FFEEBB]Yumeiko no Akame no Kami[/color][/h2][/center]
Location: Building #1; Ground Floor; Breakfast
Interactions: [@Xaltwind] Miyuki, [@Red Wizard] Ryū

If she didn’t at least do a little bit of ground work, she’d be in a tight spot. Her talismans would stop working and she wouldn’t be able to- well, come to think of it. She shouldn’t need to worry about those kinds of defenses here. Maybe she could see if the management needed help with their barriers? Though, they seemed to have things well in hand.

As Miyuki responded coldly to the nearby apparent-human, Yumeiko was reminded of how Miyuki’s earlier scolding, and the rare occurrences before that. Always about how she was too nice or forgiving or kind or not selfish enough. Which she thought was strange, but perhaps now she was beginning to understand. If she’d been less welcoming to the, frankly, nosy intrusion, perhaps Miyuki’s mood would have remained fair. Miyuki had said something to her about, how did it go.. something about giving the time of day to field rodents.

A calling from nearby drew both foxes’ attention. Miyuki was in a sour mood now, and probably wouldn’t entertain this kind of silliness. Yumeiko gave a slow, soft sigh, the kind you give when you measure your reaction. She wet her lips as she chewed the words, [color=FFEEBB]“miss, I’m approaching five-hundred years old. I’m not some puppy to be baby-talked.”[/color]

When Yumeiko turned back to the beautiful woman across from her, she saw it in her posture. And then her name was used, not some pet name. She listened carefully and nodded, [color=FFEEBB]“perhaps you’re right. This is not a small place, after all.”[/color] Her ears tucked back and her tails waggled when receiving her kiss, but before she could turn to Nicolas to glare him down, he rose and left, himself.

That left her with the woman who had addressed her so indignantly. This woman wanted to caress Yumeiko’s sacred body like one might a dog? And to demand that the spirit fox go hither to facilitate such an exchange. Hmph! Preposterous. [color=FFEEBB]“[i]You[/i] may approach [i]me[/i], but I yet withhold permission to touch me.”[/color] She might even be older than that. She felt like her tails came to her in longer than 100 year increments.

The waitress came by again, and Yumeiko put in an order for more fruit and a “milk shake.” It sounded delicious, from the menu entry. Strawberry. [abbr=Strawberry is the Best!]Ichigo wa ichiban![/abbr]