Watching the hashihime constantly lose it time and time again is rather tiresome. Not to mention, sad. Well, there seems to be nothing else interesting happening in Gensokyo, so she might as well drop in. Literally, from a gap behind Parsee.

“It’s not the day itself, but the couples going about and expressing their affection for one another more so, so yes.” The merchant would remark, making small talk as she eats away at his envy. Though did he hear that right? Did she ask him to stay?

“I’ll have to decline that offer, I’m afraid... Besides, I’m sure you would much prefer to be alone.” That, and well... the other obvious things a hashihime could do with him. Though to be offered to stay, instead of being shoo’ed away... was he to take this as him one-up’ing those that visit her?

Probably not.

“Ah... having these feelings...”

@parseemizuhashi​ // Mirana stirs.

After months, the slowest repairs once depleted body could make, and a conversation that only Mirana could hear. It would be time for her to finally open her eyes, signs of stirring showing slowly over the day. Leg twitches, fingers and hands clenching.

Systems that should reboot, were not however, in fact there was less in her mind about internal systems than when she slept. More natural senses, more feelings, and less in some areas. Her right arms and left leg felt, gone, the repairs unable to fix what damages had come.

“I...” Mirana drifted a little in and out of reality before finally settling her focus. Eyes opening to look around her, her limbs that still felt they had life, moved to check the others. “Only.. so many repairs huh.” 

The jealous Monster with Green eyes

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A lone figure stood upon a high rock overlooking the the great underground city of the oni. In a city of eternal night, whose light alone illuminated the cloaked woman’s emotionless face, the oni spent as a whole perhaps every moment they could drinking and making merry with each other. Whether “making merry” meant chatting, dancing, fighting, or engaging in challenges of strength, it was all still a boisterously happy affair. 

That emotionless facade was betrayed by a subtle look of longing. Though none have yet to notice her, likely for the best, Seija had been sat there for hours looking down upon the oni. It was how she kept herself occupied, these days... With her last... scheme, one could say, ending in a failure ( though by all other accounts it might have been called a resounding success ), she took to hiding and watching. Sometimes she watched to contemplate what to do next... Other times... well. Perhaps the aura she gave off, standing out to one underground denizen in particular, would betray why else she would sit idly by and watch people be happy. That aura... Though Parsee was the green-eyed monster, whatever terror of emotion that envy played only a part in was a beast of its own right within this woman. Envy was only a limb reaching out to caress Parsee’s senses, luring her towards what was clearly a monstrosity lurking beyond what she could clearly sense.

“Mmh...” the young girl mumbled,  blinking up at the woman that was shaking her awake. Kokoro just laid there for several seconds, processing everything, before suddenly sitting up. Her eyes...were only slightly widened. “I’m sorry,” she spoke in that flat, monotone voice of hers as she stood up, stepping to the edge of the bridge to get out of the way of others.

Parsee voice: “Are you jealous of me?”