clack clack clack tingle tingle clack clack
An odd combination of noise, all too familiar by now, woke Ren from an afternoon nap. He opened his eyes and was not at all surprised to see that his laptop was open on his bedside table, and Kagihime was on the keyboard, her (more literal) keys spread across the buttons a little like a hand, typing occasionally, then scrolling through web pages she had found.
"You better not be filling my search history with weird shit again. If I get put on some kind of list...
"I'll have you know that I'm looking for potential onryo sightings," she answered primly. The innocence in her high, jingly voice made Ren sure that she had done more before he had awoken.
"Yeah? They got message boards for that kinda thing?"
She stopped typing suddenly, and moved her biggest key to the laptop's track pad and started laboriously coaxing the cursor back to the search bar at the top of the browser. "Hey, maybe, good thinking!"
"Wait, hang on, have you actually found anything?
"Oh, lots of stuff! Some weirdness at an old forest. A hotel where people keep killing themselves, just so many haunted schools..."
"Tell me about that hotel," he cut her off, but when she saw that she had his interest, she obliged and scrolled back to where she had been. He read the article on the screen(glancing briefly at what other tabs the tsukumogami had open) and his frown deepened. He made a snap decision.
"Come on," Ren picked her up from where she was sprawled across the keyboard. "The internet will rot your brain, anyway."
"I don't have a brain!" She answered, brightly.
Ren laughed and stuffed the magical spirit unceremoniously in the pocket of his slept-in jeans, "You got that right." He threw a jacket over his artfully ripped t-shirt, pulled some chunky punk boots on, and left.
One convince store stop later, and Ren was approaching the hotel from the sidewalk, one hand deep in his pocket, the other holding a can of iced coffee. He was only mildly surprised to see other people on the street, but he was quite taken aback to recognize one of them. It was the girl who worked the counter at Chiba Cafe. Kasuma, or maybe Kasuni. She wasn't alone, either. There was also a girl who looked only vaguely familiar to him. She looked like she wanted to be here about as little as Ren pretended.
"Uh, hey Cafe Girl. What're you doing out here?"
"What are you doing?" Kagihime spoke up loudly from his pocket, "You know they're both hunters too."
An odd combination of noise, all too familiar by now, woke Ren from an afternoon nap. He opened his eyes and was not at all surprised to see that his laptop was open on his bedside table, and Kagihime was on the keyboard, her (more literal) keys spread across the buttons a little like a hand, typing occasionally, then scrolling through web pages she had found.
"You better not be filling my search history with weird shit again. If I get put on some kind of list...
"I'll have you know that I'm looking for potential onryo sightings," she answered primly. The innocence in her high, jingly voice made Ren sure that she had done more before he had awoken.
"Yeah? They got message boards for that kinda thing?"
She stopped typing suddenly, and moved her biggest key to the laptop's track pad and started laboriously coaxing the cursor back to the search bar at the top of the browser. "Hey, maybe, good thinking!"
"Wait, hang on, have you actually found anything?
"Oh, lots of stuff! Some weirdness at an old forest. A hotel where people keep killing themselves, just so many haunted schools..."
"Tell me about that hotel," he cut her off, but when she saw that she had his interest, she obliged and scrolled back to where she had been. He read the article on the screen(glancing briefly at what other tabs the tsukumogami had open) and his frown deepened. He made a snap decision.
"Come on," Ren picked her up from where she was sprawled across the keyboard. "The internet will rot your brain, anyway."
"I don't have a brain!" She answered, brightly.
Ren laughed and stuffed the magical spirit unceremoniously in the pocket of his slept-in jeans, "You got that right." He threw a jacket over his artfully ripped t-shirt, pulled some chunky punk boots on, and left.
One convince store stop later, and Ren was approaching the hotel from the sidewalk, one hand deep in his pocket, the other holding a can of iced coffee. He was only mildly surprised to see other people on the street, but he was quite taken aback to recognize one of them. It was the girl who worked the counter at Chiba Cafe. Kasuma, or maybe Kasuni. She wasn't alone, either. There was also a girl who looked only vaguely familiar to him. She looked like she wanted to be here about as little as Ren pretended.
"Uh, hey Cafe Girl. What're you doing out here?"
"What are you doing?" Kagihime spoke up loudly from his pocket, "You know they're both hunters too."
