Dinner Time
Jurou comes home with some take out food one day...~
He’s starving, so his guard is down. But when living in a house of yokai, it’s important to NEVER let your guard down. Or else...this happens.
Yokai comb: “Guuuu raffffgul!” -taps the side of Ju’s head-
Jurou: -shoves rice in a bowl-
Jurou: “C’mon...damn, why the hell can’t I have 8 arms?!”
Yokai tea pot: “Flup gwapfulen!” -hovers over his head-
Jurou: -stuffs mouth with piece of shrimp- -doesn’t notice a thing- -eats like an animal-
Yokai comb and tea pot: -look at each other- -nods-
“GUUURAWPFLUFFAFIN!!!!!”
Yokai comb and tea pot: -swarms the take out-
Jurou: “FE FUH?! FEH FEH FUH OFF FU FUFIING FAFFHOLES!”
Jurou: “FU FAN!!!! FET FOR FUFING FOKAI FEFORE I FE YOU!”
Yu Yan answers the call swiftly--so fast that the blinds over the windows blow and the floor shakes.
He draws one of his Genji blades, his eyes on fire.
Yu Yan: “DON’T. BE. TOUCHIN’. MY. FOOD!!!!”
-A yokai umbrella and ancient scroll appear-
Yokai scroll: “RUFDN GLUP?!”
Yu Yan: “OR WHAT? OH I’LL TELL YOU WHAT! GET OVER HERE!!”
Jurou speeds up his eating, smacking down more yokai as they try to get to his bowl.
For a few minutes they’re fighting together, back to back, guarding the take out with their lives.
Until Jurou looks over his shoulder and mentions, “Oi. But this isn’t your food though. Just...you know...so we’re on the same page.”
The demon freezes in place. His golden eyes become dead pan as he looks from the food to Jurou’s face, as if he’d just been betrayed.
Yu Yan: “Huh. I see. Well, then, no point in wasting my time...~”
The red head walks away with a shit-eating grin as he thumbs over his shoulder. He regards his yokai. “Get ‘em, boys. And girl comb.”
Small yokai army: “RDUWFLLLLPSSSSTF!”
Left alone, Jurou could only stare at the demon’s retrating back, rage bubbling beneath the surface of his skin.
Yu Yan had no idea...the being he’d left behind...would crave revenge.
And revenge he would have.
