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"Of course." Inrin nodded and smiled, "Come on, show me then where you usually buy your glasses when needed." And she followed him, thinking of all the rides they could go on and enjoy. Her stomach growled a bit, rubbing it— "Now I want to get some corndogs or cotton candy." She laughed a bit.

"Hmm." Inrin picked at her teeth, a bag of popcorn in hand, as she came out of the theater, "...I was so invested in the movie, the popcorn's all chewy now." And she still has tear streaks down her chin. What the hell did she watch?

🕸️✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 🕷️ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦🕸️ 🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞. 🕸️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧. ✦•𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.•✦ 🕸️✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 🕷️ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦🕸️

"You mean an amusement park?" Inrin hummed, thinking about it and nodding, "I have never been to one yet... We could go!" She grinned, suddenly excited. Thinking about it now, she hasn't exactly gone to many places or any tours for herself. Maybe she can ask for a week-long break one day from work.

Inrin nodded, "Fair..." She paused and smiled, "How about we turn today as a 'you' day? We rarely meet up, anything you want today will be your big sister's treat. It can be wants or needs and if you reject this offer, I'll just send whatever trinket I find to your door." ...what a strange threat.

"...are you have money troubles?" Inrin asked, raising a brow before stopping him in place as the traffic light turned green before a pedestrian lane, "Tell me you're eating well atleast."

"𝑺𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈... 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉? 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆? 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏? 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑴𝒆? 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆."

Inrin laughed, messing up his hair. She's so...different. More carefree, relaxed, and it's like the haunting world she used to live in never got to her. "Seriously, let me do this. If it weren't for you telling me about Denji, I would have probably be off doing odd jobs here and there."

"...dear, that's a mailbox." Inrin chuckled, making Musū look at her now, "And I know but I've been working a lot so I've been able to earn a bunch too. I don't mind buying you one or two pairs of glasses."

"Nonsense, I can buy you a pair if you'd like." Inrin reassured, helping him up and holding his arm, "It's the least I can do, Musū."

"...shouldn't you be buying new ones then? I'm now highly concerned for you."

Inrin nodded along at first but at the mention of replacing her co-worker, she couldn't help but think of the others... Some already have an inkling of Inrin and Makimoto's closeness so such changes would definitely make people think. Besides... "He's not a bad man." Inrin muttered.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥ "𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖞" ◣─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◢ ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊

Inrin was quick to get flustered, glaring lightly at his tease, "No and if there were others, they were friends or someone akin to relatives." She followed him soon, taking off her own shoes and moving ahead to clear off any clutter, "Well, it's not much but I couldn't afford a bigger place then."

"It's a bouquet, little brother." Inrin chuckled, moving closer, "Hmm? Where are your glasses?"

Accidentally tosses a bouquet right at [reader] 💐💐💐

After making a good distance away from their workplace building, Inrin fell into step beside her boss, finally remembering her place. "I apologize for that." She mumbled earnestly, sighing, "Today has been off since lunch time but I'll fix it. It won't happen again."

Daydreaming... She had just decided to take a day off, randomly taking a train off to wherever it takes her, stepping in and out of them until she's out in the countryside. Letting her legs lead her. And she sat there, silent.

For a moment, her face stilled into a stunned expression. Eyes wide, mouth agape for a second, before turning into that of disdain. She wondered if he's having fun seeing her in this state. "...I was just about to go home, sir." She stated, straightening up and bowing her head a bit.

Except it took her nearly half an hour that a few ladies were confused as to why it was locked. And when she did come out, she paused and kneeled to gently coax a mouse over... ... Only for a familiar face to make her grimace. "Oh, Inrin!" A man, Takuto, smiled as he bumped into her.

"That doesn't mean you should have them or like them—" And Inrin cut herself off, feeling his thumb on her lip, gazing up at those eyes of his as well before redness creeped onto her cheeks. The woman went silent, even redder at his comment. She thought of asking what he meant.

"I mean, I don't have to mention that I fainted..." Inrin mumbled, noticing him looking at the leftovers and she couldn't help but flush a little as she bit into the toast and egg meal. Considering her current scars and remnants of fatigue, a bigger meal is better anyways right now—

It warmed her heart to hear him say that he wanted the same thing as she does. Although Inrin isn't sure what to call this still, she did want to further explore it. All the good and bad, all the possibilities— "AH!" Her eyes widened and her voice came out high, almost sounding like last night's.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘ “𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.” ♡ + ↻ .ᐟ ⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

...Inrin decided not to say anything. No label. Not yet, maybe. She's not even sure what to call this anyways... "It tastes good." Inrin nodded and proceeded to continue to eat, helping him flip and make another pancake. For a moment, she glanced at him, taking note of his expressions...

"Makimoto-" There was that sweet, strained sound in her voice. Flustering her is truly a treat and that same vulnerability from last night was easy to draw out with just the simplest grab of her chin and kiss of her lips. "Wait, what do you mean by- Are you calling yourself my-"

Sometimes, the old world has its fair share of kindness. And Inrin found herself under tall stalks of lotus leaves, flowers, and lilypads. Quietly, she hummed and twirled about a giant's garden under the dew drops of morning rain. For one moment, it was peaceful.

Inrin sighed and nodded, hugging herself for a moment before turning around and embracing her younger brother, "...thank you, Mousse, I hope you know and remember how much you've helped me..."

She's staring at her owl mask, quietly picking at it—it's made of leather, wood, bone, fur, feathers, painted beautifully but the colors had long since faded. Part of her feels so attached to such a thing but another side makes her want to simply put it somewhere, never to be picked up again.

"...no, I don't but I hear her laughter and how she loves to meet all kinds of people, trying new foods and finding new goods for trade." Inrin grunted, digging her hands into her own skull, "And I want to remember, I really do but it all hurts so badly, Mousse..."

"But that's the thing, Mousse, do you think that spider goddess—my sister—was even aware of what she'd become? Do you think she even remembers who she was before?"

I wonder...if they're even aware of what they have become.

Immediately, Inrin's face flushed, exactly like how she was all throughout the night before but this time, rather than a remark or such, the princess nodded, muttering. "It isn't for me." She admitted, pulling up her sleeves to atleast help with preparation, "...what about you?"

And Inrin woke at the slightest movement but didn't leave the comfortable confines of the bed. She stayed still, her own soreness coming over her, especially around her chest, hips, thighs... She let out a quiet sigh, rolling over a little to see Makimoto's retreating figure...

A shiver ran up her spine and it was quite delightful to see such a powerful devilhunter like Inrin just melt... She is still a woman after all, capable of being flustered, touched, and kissed so sweetly. She didn't pull away, nor did she slap him or push him, or anything that she should have done.

Inrin laughed and gently poked his nose, "Don't look at me like that... I know, I know, it's insane and yet I'm still working for him and somehow, apparently, I keep impressing him. Though, at the same time, I think he just thinks I'm amusing..."

She ate from his hand, gently gripping his wrist before guiding the onigiri to her lips, and her face burned red the whole time. Inrin refused to look at him as she did so, wiping her lips with some tissues after taking a few bites, "Thank you." His comments had her a little confused though.

Tempted by the sight of the food and in need of a palate cleanser after filling her belly with glass and rot, Inrin followed him and gazed at the lavish meals and drinks. She gripped her stomach, recognizing its emptiness before bowing a bit, "Thank you, sir, I really appreciate this."

"You asking me if I got someone new?" At this point, she's just assuming whatever Mousse is saying as she continued to walk, "Mmm... Well, I guess I did. It's complicated. If anything, he calls me his puppy. Is that a red flag? I'm just doing my job..." Yes, Inrin, it sort of is?

"...a lot of things happened to us both, huh?" Inrin sighed, picking up Mousse and standing, "Mousse, you're probably better with relationship advice, how do you know if a relationship is real? What if I get betrayed again? The last time a guy did so, I got cursed..."

And Inrin laughed, letting him do so, "Where have you been? I was so busy, I couldn't find the time to look for you." She hummed, "I fight devils and monsters from the other world now, still looking for my name. And I have the strangest and creepiest boss." She chuckled, joking about the last bit.

"Hello there, brother, long time no see." Inrin chuckled, crouching infront of the duck.

Inrin frowned and sat up quickly, a bit achy and confused with a rush of emotions. For one, she was embarrassed with how she lost consciousness like that... She vaguely remembered what happened and now, she gave Makimoto no choice but to carry her to his place. Talk about shameful.

Two plates of karaage, four slices of strawberry vanilla, chocolate lava, ube cheesecake, and tiramisu, a peach parfait, and a fruit salad with some tea... She's stress eating after a long day at work.

Daydreaming... Thinking. Thinking hard. Questions reality. Questions self. Questions real name. Breaks down—

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖. ... The way Inrin woke was instinctive—she raised her arms up, brown eyes darting about, a familiar feeling of dread came over her but the moment she realized that she was safe, she dropped her limbs back on her stomach with a sigh.

̷S̷̷h̷̷e̷'̷s̷ a̷̷l̷̷r̷̷e̷a̷̷d̷̷y̷ ̷c̷̷u̷̷r̷̷s̷̷e̷̷d̷. "A number of them, yes." Inrin wanted to scoff or laugh but that would be too painful right now so she ended up smiling wryly at her boss' way. "And, no, I don't really want to stab you, sir. Even if I'm so curious about it." She looked over the sword once again.