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Hitsuzen; Saturday

There was no doubt about it, and even Yuuko couldn't deny it: the storage room was a freakin' mess.

Nevermind everything was already scattered about from the start-- after shuffling through the room constantly and failing to organize stuff as she did so, the area was nothing less than a war zone.

The witch sighed, putting a hand to her forehead. "But I don't want to..." she murmured to no one in particular.

Behind her, the two servants chanted, "Mistress is lazy! Mistress is lazy!"

She didn't seem to care. Despite all that, Hitsuzen was open.

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Chai tea and random research couldn't put this off for too long, but when Sakurazaki goes to finally poke her nose around Hitsuzen while she's in town, she does it in a distinctly Sakurazaki-esque way.

Which meant that she was hiding in the bushes nearby, keeping eyes and ears open, and scribbling her observations in her notebooks.

So far?

//All quiet on the Western front. Strange chantings from deep within, cannot quite make it out. Ritual sacrifices? Broken record? Who knows; seems fishy...//

"Oh, to hell with it," Yuuko spat. She exited the storage room and into another, flopping dramatically on a sofa. "Maru, Moro-- go get me some liquor."

"But it's all gone!" Moro replied.

"You drank it all the other night!" Maru added.

Yuuko lifted up her head with a scowl. "What about the beer?"

"That's gone, too!"

"Dammit. I don't want to go out, either..."

"Mistress is laaaaaazy!"

If any of them were aware there was a certain someone hiding in the bushes, they didn't make it any obvious.

Sakurazaki strained forward a bit to pick up the conversation as it became a little louder.

//Is a drunk? Talk of wish granting could be alcohol-fueled delusions....

Although might be a good idea to approach with liquor for persuasion/conversation enhancer.//

"Today sucks," Yuuko complained, rolling over and slouching comfortably on the sofa. "... I want Watanuki back."

"We miss hiiiiiim!" the two little girls sing-sang in agreement.

"At least then we'd have some food..."

"Like onigiri! And oden! And yakitori!"

"That was always good with alcohol. Especially teppan style..."

And reiman!"

Frowning, Sakurazaki wroke "Watanuki?", circle it a few times, speckled it with question marks.

And added //and food// with an arrow pointing to the note on liquor.

"But, unfortunately, he's already paid off his debt," Yuuko sighed. "Off to finish highschool, get into a university... Such luxuries only last so long."

"He was very good at what he did!"

"Oh, I know. He was a good kid. I wonder what he's doing these days."

"Stumbling his way through work! Work, work, work; that's all Watanuki ever did!"

"Well, he was pretty good at it."

//Debt?//

//Work...'very good at what he did'//

Sakurazaki blinked, considering the tones. A new arrow was put to what she just wrote, with the note: //DIRTY?!?!// and a shocked face.

After a long pause, Yuuko finally sat up. "Well if we don't have anything to drink, or any food..." She picked up the pipe sitting on a nearby small table. "I need a smoke."

"We'll go sweep! The porch outside never stays clean!"

Once outside, Yuuko leaned against the railing of the porch, merely observing what was going on in the outside world. Smoke emitted from the end of her pipe, and every once in a while she'd blow the same from her mouth. Meanwhile, Maru and Moro took this opportunity to start sweeping from the end of the stone pathway that lead from the house toward the street.

Still more scribbling.

//Smokes. Apparantly wishes for lung cancer.// She tried to lean in to see if she could get a closer look at the pipe. //At least pipe is elegant, classic sort of look to it; but probably no good for offerings of cigarettes.//

//Creepy kids = sweeping fetish? Brooms could be weapons. Have seen stranger before...anything possible.//

Yuuko only as much as moved her eyes towards the bushes when a broad grin appeared on her face. "Oh, my," she began with a hint of amusement. "It seems as though we have a new addition to our garden."

Sakurazaki straightened a bit, perking at the...interesting shift in conversation...and then quickly curled back down, remembering her ponytail spikes. They always gave her away.

But was the gig already up? Paling slightly, Sakurazaki looked around. Maybe there was a toad or something....

Moro looked behind her with interest. "More plants?"

"Oooh, maybe new flowers," Maru suggested.

"Like a roses?"

"Or daisies!"

"Daises don't grow in bushes!"

"Mistress, what is it?"

"Hmm, let's see," Yuuko said, trekking her way towards the edge of the porch. "Something that most definitely isn't a flower."

Sakurazaki started to panic. And then realized that she had nothing to panic about because it was just a toad, maybe a snail or something, and certainly not her. She was an expert at hiding...

...but Yuuko did have that whole perception thing going on...

...Shit. Sakurazaki's head dropped. At least Yuuko wasn't shirtless. Shirtlessness had gotten her last time she tried something like this.

...Although now she was thinking of Yuuko shirtless. DAMMIT.

Yuuko stood at the edge, hands on her hips and still grinning. "Nope, couldn't be a plant... definitely not an animal. In fact, this feels vaguely familiar to something I had in my shop, say... around last week, maybe?"

With a soundless sigh, Sakurazaki figured that either the gig was up or she was just about to toss away her cover. Damn that perception of Yuuko's.

Still unsure of how the hell she'd continue from this point on, Sakurazaki stayed where she was sitting, but she asked, deadpan, "What was a toad doing in your shop last week?"

Something she had in her shop last week? Ha.

"Wouldn't you know, he happens to be the nicest little toad I've yet met," Yuuko replied cheerfully. "Now why do I have a little girl in my bushes?"

Sakurazaki tried to be casual as she shut her notebook and slipped the pen into the spiral.

"It's, uhhh...a rather nice spot, you know." She did bristle a bit at being called a little girl, though.

"I must agree, it is a lovely little garden, don't you think?" Yuuko leaned against the end of the railing, resting her elbows on top of it. "Ah, but no more games. No one comes to my shop without a reason, you see, so if you're here you must be interested in conducting business, no?"

"How do you know that I just haven't merely taken an interest in landscaping?" Sakurazaki lifted her chin defiantly. Yuuko's demenor had her feeling a little bitter; she had been doing so well until she came outside.

"Because otherwise, you wouldn't be here," Yuuko replied. "Must I get into the reasons why this would be an awfully strange place to be observing the landscape, to begin with?"

"No, you musn't, but, if you must insist on knowing what I'm doing here, yes, it has to do with business. Like any knowledgable consumer would, I was simply doing some research regarding your product." Sakurazaki lifted her chin again; she continued to remain sitting in the bushes

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