#* lin.docx

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> interacting with @infhoneyc !

good friends are hard to come by.

especially when you have high standards such as lin. she has more tails than people she consider to be good friends. somehow jin made the cut. a guest who she’s taken a liking to — for reasons beyond her understanding that she’ll gladly admit. honesty is the best policy after all, unless pranks ( harmless or not ) are involved. in that case, screw the policy.

she plucks a daisy out from the flowerbed beside her, picking the petals off one by one as she goes off about the woes of being an entertainer and how she deserves a raise. not just for working at the bathhouse for over a decade, but for having to deal with freaky guests. 

the attendants are truly commendable.

she really has no clue how they deal with stink spirits and all.

“moral of the story,” she plucks the last petal with more force than the previous ones. “the system is corrupt and men, no matter what species but specifically the head asshole, are trash!”

the gumiho throws the mutilated flower onto the ground, before taking in a deep breath and looking at jin. “so, that was my day. how was yours?”

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> interacting with @infgoldn​ !

the day is more chilly than she prefers so she finds herself sitting on the railing of the bridge leading to the bathhouse, legs dangling off the edge as she takes in the sunlight. peak hours aren’t for another two hours, so she still has time to kill and mess around. upon hearing footsteps approach, she turns and spots a familiar face heading her way.

her lips quirk up into an amused smile.

it’s people ( or in this case, spirits ) like gae that make her job as a gumiho easier.

easily entertained, trusting, and most importantly, gullible. a trickster’s ideal target.

now, lin has no intentions on doing anything aside from teasing the firedog spirit. though, she often wondered what the bathhouse’s protocol is regarding her habits — but maybe, necessity to live would be a better term. but that isn’t on the plan today, nor would the lively spirit actually be a target. livers and hearts are off the menu. this is merely harmless banter she indulges in.

so she stands up on the wooden railing, balancing with ease as she walks towards him, steps light and quick. “gae, watch out! you’re gonna step on a soot sprite!”

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> interacting with @infgodeater​ !

if she didn’t work at the bathhouse, she wouldn’t stay for longer than a day as a guest — there’s only so much one can do here.it’s not often that she comes across another spirit like herself on the grounds as an employee ( a term used loosely ). let alone one that used to be the defender of a shrine, now a defender of a bathhouse.

she snorts.

the fall from grace is pitiful, if you ask lin. not that she could relate, seeing as the most honourable thing she’s ever done was save a kid from falling into a river. hardly an act that could grant her the opportunity to guard a shrine or whatever. but there are still many years ahead of her immortal life. she has all the time in the world. arubaya is merely a chapter ( one that’s spanned for more than ten years now ) that should come to an end anytime soon now.

once she gets her hands on that damn contract of hers.

but that’s an adventure for another day.

today’s agenda consists of performing ( check! ), finding someone for dinner ( postponed! ), and talking to the kitsune guard called kinji ( in progress! ). but ‘talking’ might be a little too vague. ‘bothering’ might suit the situation — her leaning against a wall right beside him with a steamed bun in her hand, fully aware that he is on duty and yet continuing to talk to him anyway — even better.

“so... does the head warlock have any secret lovers?” 

she takes a bite from her bun. there’s a playful glint in her eyes when she looks up at him, a teasing smile playing at her lips. “or do you have any?”