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It was hard to tell if Kirakira was just trying to wind Maki up, or whether he truly was that stupid, but either way, he seemed to take an impish delight in Maki’s displeasure. “Ara ara, it seems Miss Makimaki isn’t happy with my work? BIG SAD!” Cleanly, and easily with the speed his power boost afforded him, he snatched the paper effigy back up and examined it with what he assumed a discerning, thoughtful expression looked like.

“Well, if that’s the case, Security Officer Kirakira could try to fix it…” Without waiting for Maki’s approval, or really any reaction from the Oni, the demidemon held the base of the little paper-mache statue in one hand, and raised the palm of the other a short distance away. “SHINY BEAM!” From his hand, a refracted, multicolored light burst forward, covering the effigy for a few moments, before disappearing.

With a frown, Kirakira held it to his face, one immaculately-sculpted brow arching up in visible confusion. “Strange, I thought that would have worked…” Suddenly, the little King Yemma began to shake in his hand, before instantly bursting into all of the component papers, good as new. Somewhat less conveniently, they flew from the demidemon’s palm with great force, single sheets spreading out across the Check-In Station with no obvious rhyme or reason.

“Ooh, DANCE PAPER!” With a fanged grin, Kirakira closed his eyes and placed his elbows on Maki’s desk, leaning his chin against his hands in a self-satisfied motion. “So, now that that’s fixed… Miss Makimaki wanted to talk about something else?”

Before she could get another word in, Kirakira was at it again. She had zero tolerance for his shenanigans and at this point the only things holding her back were her nails digging deeply into her balled fists, and the thought of her coworkers witnessing an outburst; she had to keep her cool. Clenching her teeth as her paperwork exploded around the office, she took a long inhale. She would never have thought she would catch herself preferring to deal with Venan over this.

With a devilish smile, the demidemon pressed a single, well-manicured finger to his lips. “And what would that be, hmm?” With a flourish, he dragged his fingers across his face with a slightly-erotic moan,, flicking a few glistening drops of sweat off to the side as if to represent hard, backbreaking labor. Without waiting for an answer, he knit his hands together beneath his chin, his entire body beginning to sparkle with energy as he powered up for no discernible reason.

“Ah, you mean your papers from before! Well, of course!” Partially mirroring Maki’s pose, he rested a hand on his hip, leg bent and weight shifted to display all all the wiry angles of his body. “I took UGLY TRASH and made it into HOT ART!” He reached up with one hand to pat his own shoulder, praising himself for a job well done. “As you said! HIGH ORGANIZE!”

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The demidemon simply mirrored Maki’s smile. “Uh huh~ Absolutely, Miss Makimaki.” He took a seat, resting his elbows on the desk and then placing his chin in his palms. Hmm… What was an extremely handsome and talented demidemon to do in such a situation? Lifting one discarded paper, Kirakira held it away from his body like it was the world’s vilest trash. “Unsightly,” he murmured to himself as his eyes glazed over, unable to read the formal business style.

After a few minutes of what he considered deep thinking, but which probably looked to anyone else as simply vacant staring at the mess, Kirakira snapped his fingers. “NICE IDEA~” That would surely work, and capture the hearts of everyone here, wouldn’t it? Rather than interrupt anyone, he was quiet as he began to point at piles of paper, whispering so as to make the surprise better. “SHINY BEAM! SHINY BEAM! SHINY BEAM!”

By the time Maki finished her discussion with King Yemma and returned to her desk, she’d find that the mess was cleaned. Any dust that may have accumulated was gone, and there was a sheen to the wood of the desk itself that made it look brand-new. Her papers, however, were nowhere to be seen. “Well? What do you think? HOT SPACE, right?” As if to present the finishing touch, he dropped atop the desk a paper-mache replica of King Yemma, probably about eight inches tall and perfectly to scale.

Some time later, Kirakira returned to Maki. With a graceful hop, he landed atop her desk and spread out in a romantic pose, as if he were hoping for some passing artist to paint him. Maki’s paperwork went flying, stacks toppling over and cascading to the ground in waves. Kirakira tugged down at the corner of his lip, revealing one of his fangs, as he looked at the mess. “BIG OOPS!”

Immediately, his attention was on Maki. “Miss Makimaki~ King Yemmayemma wants to speak with you~” Waving his hand in front of his face, the demidemon’s sunglasses shifted back to more scholarly fare, and his artfully mussed hair shaped itself into a spiky version of Maki’s ponytail and bangs. “Don’t worry, I, Chief Security Officer Kirakira will HOLD FORT while you’re away! Oni relations, right? VERY VERY EASY when you have BIG CHARMS~” His lips widened into a bright grin.

     I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy

                             Oh, no!

                                                Oh, no!

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