Thicker than Thief

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Still, that was not all, and truthfully, there was not much he can do about it at the moment either. The demon fox turned human heaves a silent sigh. “You still should have called me, mother.” With a tinge of quiet exasperation in his tone, Kurama lifts his hand to press upon the other’s forehead and perhaps, in a way, managing as well to briefly obscure the other’s sight. With the other hand shifting behind his back, he quickly gestures for Hiei to make his move. The position Kurama has chosen to place himself does allow for a space where the other may slip fluidly past. “You no longer have fever, have you? Dr. Kazu did say that it might be expected for the first few days…” Should there be other to witness, the firm flicking of wrist might even be called ‘a bit of frantic’. 

‘How unusual.’ She thought before directing her attention back to her son. He always worried greatly about her well-being, especially when she had to be hospitalized, but she was genuinely feeling much better than before, and fresh air was supposed to be good for your health, right? Still, she wouldn’t be able to push him away; she would just have to accept that her son was not going to let her leave until he was absolutely certain she was in full health, and probably a few days after that just to be sure.

“Oh if you insist, but I’m honestly feeling great today.” She said. Her son followed her up the stairs as she returned to her room. Quietly, he shut the door behind her and glanced back at Hiei who had re-emerged from his hiding spot.

How lethal

Perhaps someday, I shall get to taste those burnt.

Idle chatter placed aside, Kurama shifted his focus back toward his mother. Peculiar, he knew how this parent-child relationship must have been to his black haired counterpart. After what he had been through -- no, what was done to him -- in his childhood, the kitsune hardly was surprised.

Admittedly, Kurama was more than intrigued himself, how this relationship had came to affect him. Like the wind he rode, he was never one to get attached. Shiori had changed that. A smile came uncurling across his lips -- heartfelt and as befitting of a good son -- as he quietly urged his mother on. "Oh, but I do insist, mother." He laughed, taking the liberty in her moment caught off-guard to gently guide her past the door and to her room. It took minutes of fussing, argument put forth and counterargument given in a firm yet, heart-felt tone before the slight incident was quieten down.

After all, the nature of fox always greatly values its freedom. Whether it be to feel the wind slipped through its paws or to taste her Lady Lune's silver lick on its mane: those matters not for he constituent to which unanimity may be attained is simply the same, the choice.Thus far, until this moment, with him perfectly seated two rows down from the current evening's host and naught of his preferred company in sight, Kurama had found the jubilant event precariously lacking,

He exhaled a bored sigh. His chin would have leaned upon ivory lateral weren't the action noted for a display of bad mannerism. Instead, he merely shifted aside, allowing himself to be served whereas keeping also the courteous facade. Perhaps if he kept solely to himself? The alternative certainly seemed inviting enough. Careless of whom his gaze may attract, Kurama cast his glance around. Viridian irises burned almost a shade of vivid gold by the chamber's extravagance.

Come on. Just get this over with already.

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“Botan.” Kurama glances up. The look of surprise, if anything, seems to have lessen the years blessed upon Minamino Shuichi’s already young complexion to which they know is merely a guise. The spirit resides therein the youth’s form is old— perhaps, older than what most would have wished to believe. The demon fox politely smiles as he offers his greeting.

“Koenma truly works his employees hard, doesn’t he?” Turning on his heels so that he might better faces her, lithe figure is straighten. For any observers, it would appear simply as a conversation between one schoolboy and perhaps, his friend. To Kurama, it is a briefing, awaited.

  “Hello, Kurama!” The deity beamed at her friend. It had been a while since she had seen him. She happily approached the kitsune and embraced him warmly, yet briefly, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. The reaper smiled and diverted her eyes, shrugging slightly.

“Right he does. Funny how he rarely wants to do his own work.” Botan chuckled. She smiled at the male, finding the idea of tea and a nice chat to be wonderful. A break from ferrying souls and paperwork was much needed.

For today, perhaps, they might as well be friends. With her arms wrapping around his slender form, rose-tinted hue when accompanied by glossy aqua tresses only marked further their contrast in vermilion. The shirt Minamino Shuichi was wearing today has been that of saturated olive shading, a turtle neck. Placed together with another jacket and a snugged jeans, it may be implied then that there was no school for him today.

His prior destination, however, remained in questions.

Returning Botan's enthusiasm with polite affection, Kurama cordially detached himself. The witty remark drew from deep within him a rumbling laughter like Apollo's warm bask being toying toward forest leaflet's green. "I know someone like that.", he responded amiably, offering his hand to the other. "There is a new shop around the corner. I think it might prove to your taste."