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Time for tea, drink with me! Yuyuko can be invited.

Youmu curtly laced her fingers together.

"Surely, it would be less rude to ask for tea instead of demanding it? Regardless, this is not a tea house. We do not serve by-passers willy-nilly. Go find one in the human village.”

#Tales from the Garden #Anonymous

"Ms Konpaku, you look terrible." Illness does that to a person, even if they're half dead or whatever. "Do you have a favorite spell card?"

An embarrassed Youmu rolled to her side, rocking her stomach. She threw an arm over her face, as if it would make her harder to identify, and therefore, feel sorry for.

"Mmmh… Mister Yuutamo, I am afraid you will have to wait for a while for me to escort you off the premis— uuugh." The darkness under her eyelids spun, catching her off guard. "I… I am fond of my "Components of Konpaku" card… please leave for a moment.”

Though he’d not have a chance to leave before bile rose from her stomach again. She will replace your geta. Eventually.

#Tales from the Garden #randomtengureporter

misteriousdevaofthemountain replied to your post:=> Bundle up under blankets. Never come out.

If the jaws theme could play right now, it would be in the climax of the attack, with a doll like Suika running from the walls that separates the mansion with the outside towards the hill Youmu. Spirit, do something!

Danger! Danger! Collision imminent! Body in danger!

Myon did all it could; the poor soul was only so strong. Against the oni's strength, Myon was a simple balloon! No, less than that! The spirit careened in a neat arc above the mansion, connecting with the roof with a hollow "pdoomf" sound. It dipped slightly into the ceiling, disappointment dragging its ephemeral form down into the physical world.

#misteriousdevaofthemountain

=> Bundle up under blankets. Never come out.

While the idea of blanket forts did have some charm to it, the thought of being caught in such an undignified position made her skin crawl. Sitting up would also encourage her stomach to bless the once-clean wooden floors with additional bile.

So instead of thinking of a better option, she just lay there in her collection of sweat puddles.

#Tales from the Garden #Anonymous

((Just as a side note: when looking for icons for your sick muse, the "sweating" tag is not a wise place to start looking.))

#outofphantoms

How long does it take you to finish taking careof the garden?

Pale fingers gripped the futon's sheets. It took most of Youmu's self-control to not kick off the covers; surely if she was sweating this intensely, then the fever would break soon.

In response, she groaned, rolling over another time in her pool of sweat, setting her head spinning.

"Fffforever..."

#Tales from the Garden #I'm gonna keep this going through tomorrow!#Anonymous

Does Myon get sick a well? Or act any dffrenty when Youmu is ill?

Since Myon doesn't have a bodily form, it can't get sick! It is being a good phantom and a substitution for a damp rag. Much, much easier than getting snow, since nobody can really carry it into the Netherworld once they leave.

#Tales from the Garden #Anonymous

Oh right. Then how about for a good solid two days?

((Ah-ha! Done!))

Youmu was sure she opened her eyes this morning.

However, all she saw was a dull brown smear, tinged gray by the evening sky's glow. She rolled to her side; unfortunately, her stomach swung as well. slipping bile into her throat.

There she lay, unable to form words for fear of her belly's contents spilling out alongside them. She shivered, violently, in spite of the generous coat of sweat dampening her futon.

She retched violently, burning stomach acids spilling onto the floor boards.

"Ggghhhhooooh nnnhhhooo..."

#Tales from the Garden #emetophobia -#since youkai are immune to human diseases and humans are immune to youkai diseases #when a half-youkai gets one it hits unbelievably hard #Anonymous

Time for a little magic. Youmu! You are now very ill. With what you might ask? I dont know, but its bad enough to the point where you cant even get out of bed.

((Set a time limit, Anon friend, and we have a contracted deal, signed in cursive with gold leaf!))

#out of phantoms #Anonymous

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うん、そうね | おもさ

#picture book

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#perhaps you've a need to re-examine what you classify as childish #because I am /nothing/ of the sort

protectorofdreamsandtradition replied to your post: “you think youmu on youmu would be interesting hahhahh”:

this is the mun from youmu and i'm laughing

((mission accomplished! glad to be of service!))

#protectorofdreamsandtradition #out of phantoms

Have you ever been scared *takes off sunglasses* half to death?

Puns. Disgusting. It was unfortunate that the mistress was fond of them; they made Youmu want to heave.

#Tales from the Garden #Anonymous

It was time for science! And not just any type of science either; this was /bird/ science! Step one; doodle on the gardener's face bits, then see if similar markings appear on the ghosty-y half.

Several minutes of struggling, squawking, and threats to remove limbs later, the deed was done, and Youmu's face was sufficiently decked out in red paint.

Unfortunately, no marks appeared on the phantom, though it did become jittery whenever the brush tickled.

"...Mister Yuutamo, I would like to ask you to leave the premises. Now."

#Tales from the Garden #randomtengureporter

*Attempts to push a snowball inside Myon to see if it would float inside it or not*

Being solid, Myon did resist at first, but slowly, its surface yawned open, big enough to squeeze the snowball in, too small to see into. The snowball was swallowed whole, small ripples gliding across the phantom's milky surface.