Alright, I'm back, and it's about time, frankly. Computer's dead, hard drive's shot. Went out and bought a cheap notebook, so I'm writing in that since regular access to a computer is difficult at the moment. Lost all of my notes and such, but I should be good.

Again, I'm very sorry for being gone for so long. Updates will be a lot more frequent then this. Just... getting used to a different way of doing things, is all. Thanks for reading so far.

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[x] "Hey now, can't I choose myself?
-[x] Bomber Jacket
-[x] White Shirt
-[x] Blue Jeans
-[x] Socks
-[x] Normal Shoes


"Nah, forget it. I'll choose myself. No offense, but I think I should be able to handle that much," I say with a grin so I don't come off as rude. To be honest, neither of their suggestions appeal to me. I'd rather go with something a little less? exotic.

"Eh, fine. Suit yourself," Aya says while shrugging her shoulders, ignoring the obvious pun she just made. She turns and walks out," her wings are gone? When? How? There's no sign that they were even there in the first place!

I probably shouldn't try to think about how that's possible.

Right. I turn to Momizi, and she meets my gaze for a brief moment. I give a subtle nod and walk past her into the room she was in before.

A room full of pants.

A realization hits me the moment I set foot into the room. Despite all my complaining for a decent pair of pants, standing here now in a room full of what could be considered ?decent? pants? is incredibly dull. I won't spend long in here, though. Better just get it over with.

it's a relatively small room. Four small rows, racks of assorted styles of trousers, meeting the needs of any needy trouser-less customer. How thoughtful. Still couldn't be more monotonous. I absently rub my left arm gently, still in its sling. No pain, but I can tell it still hasn't healed yet. Argh, this could prove a hassle.

I approach the closest set of racks; a selection of jeans. There we go. Pulling a pair of a darker shade off a rack close to me, I hold them up to my waist. Hmm. Length is perfect from what I can tell. Might be a little big around the waist, but that's nothing I can't handle. I can't wear them until a tail hole is made anyway, so no use in trying them on. I sling them over my right shoulder.

"Hey, Faust!"

I turn to see Momizi standing outside of the room holding a pair of? moccasins? Her bright eyes and wagging tail tells me she? wants me to try them on? Yeah, right. "Uh? something a little more normal, please!" Her ears drop a little at my words, but she eagerly leaves my line of sight, hopefully off to go find something normal.

No use in standing here anymore. I leave, turning to my left to enter the room that had the collection of shirts. This room was slightly larger (only slightly), and the walls are mounted with coats and jackets. It feels cluttered here, but that's probably due to the extra racks on the walls? or maybe it's just messy in here.

Ah well. Something simple should suffice. I look around nonchalantly; in the corner to my far left is a set of racks with numerous plain shirts? You know, that works. I prefer plain, anyway. Don't really care about the selection here, since I don't think I'll be finding anything too appealing in this room.

As I walk over to the rack and pick an especially normal-looking white shirt, something hanging on the wall catches my eye. I look up.

it's a heavy-looking jacket, made of a dark shade of brown leather. The inside of the jacket is made of? what looks like wool.

Yes. This jacket is mine. Everything else is small time.

. . .

Stepping outside of the doorway with clothes in tow, I bump into Momizi, who was also leaving a room holding a pair of? average-looking shoes. "Um, are these alright?" She holds them up? Well, they're not moccasins.

The sound of wind outside. "Great, thanks Momi?"

BAM

The building shakes a little as a deafening noise sounds. Momizi loses her balance and nearly collides with me before regaining her composure. A high pitched voice sounds through the main room.

"You're mine now, da ze~!"

Marisa? I can feel strong wind blow through the back rooms. Is she flying?!

"M-marisa? Why are you back?!" That's Rinnosuke's voice. I run out into the main room - and find the room a mess. Well, an even bigger mess. If that's possible. Marisa is flying close to the ceiling, hovering over Rinnosuke, eccentric red book in hand.

"I'll just be borrowin? this for awhile, Kourin!" Marisa says with a wink.

Now that the book's closed I can get a good look at it. But I don't see some stylized cover like I expect. Actually, I see something I don't expect.

The book has a face.

"Unhand me, mortal! I am not your precious little plaything!" comes a deep voice from the book.

I don't have time to process what just happened. I'm being dragged outside by my shoulder at an alarming speed. "Now's our chance!" shouts the voice of Aya. Momizi is behind us, surprised as much as I am.

We're already outside, high above Kourindou and rapidly gaining distance from it. Aya's flying at an incredible speed, and I reflexively clutch the clothes I gathered in my right arm, pressing my still-injured arm against my chest. Momizi is having trouble keeping up, but she's holding onto the shoes she picked out. Her face is red.

Suddenly, Aya stops, and I jerk. A second or two later Momizi catches up, visibly out of breath and a bit shaken up. We're? quite a ways in the air now. I have no idea where we are.

Aya's laughing, her hand still holding me up. "Bahahaha! I can't believe how that worked out!" She has wings again. Gotta figure out how she does that.

Momizi is frowning, still trying to catch her breath. "I? That? We left without?"

I say nothing. I really can't bring myself to. Not after that. I'm ready for today to end, but? Wait, wasn't there something I still wanted to do?

[ ] Ask to go to Eientei.
[ ] "Nah, forget it. I'll wait until tomorrow.

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Also: Never go on a hiatus, come back, and start on a scene about scouting for pants.