Charles Patricius

And so, teen sex partners who suddenly found themselves stepsiblings to top it all off, began sharing a melon-flavored drink in the kitchen of a new house. For them, the first night passing would be marked a success ─ at least from Atsushi's perspective. Perhaps that was just because their shared sex life was looking more positive than ever? Well, that was a good reason in his book.

Meanwhile, Takao's surprise was quick to disappear in favor of the usual good laughs. Miko corrected him, claiming five calls would have passed before an answer was given. That sounded about right, actually. As for the matter of her keyboard mounting hobby, or alleged lack thereof, he'd be corrected again. Miko did not mount keyboards. "No mounting, huh? Then maybe you're fiddling with its insides instead? Hey, I don't judge!" he responded. Moving on from that, Miko claimed to have done a lot of growing lately, so her habits weren't to be wagered on. There were many things Takao could say about that, but what slipped from his mouth was a total accident. "Well we can all see that," he blurted out. Just then, Takao cleared his throat. There was a purpose to this call other than poking fun at Miko's obsession; he'd have to address it before forgetting. "Oh! This isn't just a random call, by the way. I got a call from Mitchel a few minutes ago. . ."

The sex lives of a pair of teens was opening up with relative ease. In fact, Rin was rather happily sharing that melon flavored drink thinking that their interactions weren't normally so... relaxed in pace. It was definitely something she could get used to, and with that in mind... the problem of them not having the internet yet wasn't even a problem. Hell, she'd even call their sharing of a bed room something of a bonus as long as they could keep their parents at ease about the nature of their relationship, but that was something which could be considered some other time. For now, they'd share the sweet sips of victory.

Meanwhile, a different kind of conversation was taking place over the phone. The not so gentle teasing of Mikami Takao was something Miko was used to and in all honesty didn't realize she missed so much until encountering him today. She'd let slide his little harassing statements so long as the nostalgia and novelty lasted, which in her case would likely be forever. "Oi, you make it sound so sordid. It's just a girl, keyboard and some candles... nothing so naughty," she said still managing to sound a bit huffy, even so it was all in good fun. "Also you have absolutely no room to judge~" she summarized soon after. Ah, but their joking banter wasn't something which would stop, not even when he let slip from his lips noticing her growth. This was the second time he'd mentioned properly seeing her and she wondered if there was something to that... well, it wasn't something she could directly question and it was a good thing. "Box it. Good thing to know the world at large still has working eyes..." she said. Perhaps there was a tirade coming, but the clearing of Takao's throat implied he actually had a reason for calling her and it wasn't just to make sure she took a break from molesting her keyboard. "Oh? Not just a random call... good to know you wouldn't call me just to make sure I'm not getting too attached to my new keyboard," she said scoffing lightly. "Mitchel called you, is he okay?" she asked with a legitimate bit of concern. She'd only met Mitchel a hand full of times, but he did manage to make a lasting impression on her... if only because of his demeanor.

A girl, a keyboard and some candles. Takao may have heard hundreds, even thousands of odd combinations in his life, but this... "Not a normal mix of things. You can't keep trying to make a romantic night with a keyboard normal," he insisted. True to Miko's words however, he really didn't have room to judge. Takao actually had to pause and think about that for a moment. "That's different. I'm just strumming mine until it makes sweet music, and that... is what it wants done~" he countered jovially.

Regarding more serious matters, the call from one called Mitchel was something Miko needed to know about. Takao wouldn't have actually called the girl just to stop her keyboard molestation; he honestly understood it to an extent. He would, however, interrupt anything for the meeting of a lifetime. There were now multiple minds, multiple voices of a generation, all moving toward one major event. How could he resist giving it a push? "He's fine... Well, relatively speaking. He's not overdosing or anything. But, he is... apparently in the prefecture. He thinks we spoke about it before, even though we definitely didn't, but he's in the prefecture right now. He's planning on crashing a show or two, and also... releasing the album everyone's been waiting for~" he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "The plan was apparently for tomorrow. Not happening. He's got some issues with his tour bus and stuff. By issues, I mean... he said he lost it? Not sure what that means, but yeah."

Takao thought that Miko was trying to make a romantic night alone with her keyboard sound normal. She wasn't, he had no idea how very attached she was, and how much she wanted to actually romance a keyboard after 300 years of not seeing one. "I just like candles. They aren't just romantic, they are comforting sources of natural light. Natural light is easier on my senses," she stated obviously willing to argue any point down if necessary. Of course, when she pointed out that he had no room to talk... he had something rather questionable to say about it. He just strummed until it made sweet music, and that was what it wanted. 'If you wanted to hear sweet music from strumming, you should have told me!~' her most invasive thought yet had her closing her eyes in a dark room and exhaling slowly. 'Shut up brain, we are talking like normal people right now!' she claimed. Though even in her own mind that seemed half-hearted. 'Box it. Those are way too frequent around him now,' she said about her own invasive thoughts, perhaps it was simply a matter of nostalgia and going native that had her mentally directing sexual energy towards someone whom she was comfortable around? "Uh-huh... you're personifying and that sounds way more romantic than anything I've done with a keyboard. And you are doing it like all the time, and in front of people. Definitely no room to talk..." she concluded. Yes, she'd done it, somehow she'd managed not to out herself... maybe.

But all of that jolly conversation would take a back seat to the discussion of Mitchel. A shared friend who... by words alone was still up to his old habits. Relatively fine, was what was said, which was about all that could be expected. He hadn't overdosed and he was currently in the same prefecture that they were. Odd. He was planning on crashing Takao's show, great for the crowds and wanted to release his album. "Oh?" that was all she said at first, why? Well, this wasn't an immediate thing because according to Takao, the man in question had lost his tour bus. "Wait wait wait... that's a lot to unpack. Are we sure he isn't overdosing? How do you lose a tour bus? And, he's releasing an album while he's here!?" This was all crazy and way too coincidental. It also happened to be, way too good an opportunity to pass up. She had to be there for that recording, it would be well worth it. And she'd already mentioned hanging out with Takao at some point this week, they were at their best in those sorts of situations. And she'd even have tomorrow's shopping trip to make sure she bought new things to keep in his tour bus to fit her current growth and stylistic choices. All could be right in the world.

Though Miko argued against the purpose behind candles, she did nothing to discredit the romantic setting they provided. Takao did nothing but laugh. He knew this would be something she argued into oblivion, so he'd say nothing else about it. Well... maybe not nothing else. "Does the keyboard know it's not supposed to be for romance?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. A strange silence fell upon the conversation for just a moment after Takao's talk of strumming. Maybe he was drunk and imagining it? Whatever the case, Miko pointed out a list of issues with that claim eventually. "Music is romance inherently. You know that. Besides, there are so many people out there who want to see and hear it, how could I cut them out of the show? Well... that's not a 'me' question. You're the one among us that has the answer to that."

Mitchel, as he was called, could indeed have been en route to drug overdose. That could have been the case at any given moment, but he didn't believe it was so this time. Losing an entire tour bus didn't make any sense at all. On the other hand, it didn't sound like the most ridiculous thing Takao ever heard from that man. "If anyone's going to lose an entire bus, he'll be the one to do it. He's been spiraling pretty bad since the last album," he explained. "Anyway, yeah. He's got a bunch of songs that have only been performed live, and he needs those recorded. We don't have a date yet, but I figured you might want to know at least. Interested?"

Sarcasm was par for the course in a conversation between Miko and Takao. Of course, when the young man chose to point out the romantic aspects between Miko and her keyboard she had a very important distinction to make. "The keyboard knows how I feel about it... I am just not crazy enough to expect reciprocation," she stated firmly. This was how Miko felt about most things. To her many individuals and things were much more important than herself, she had no reason to assume she even made the radar of something as large conceptually to make an impact on how it felt. But that didn't just apply to pianos either. Ah but a point of philosophy was being shared, music was inherently romance, and others wanted to be part of it. That being the case, Takao wasn't the type to cut them out and she was the only one of their group who did so, by remaining out of the public eye. "That is a loaded question. I think now my current answer would be, because my romance is with the music. The process is where I find the romance in music, what everyone else gets to enjoy is after and doesn't have anything to do with me..." she concluded. Yes, that sounded more like an answer now. She wasn't interested in how her works were perceived but she was happy if people were enjoying her music, she didn't think they needed the extra association of her with her music to make it more or less palatable.

Ah, but this conversation wasn't one solely about the emotional issues of Iino Miko as an artist and her own perceptions of her craft. No, this was about another, one called Mitchel, who had been spiraling apparently and was indeed the most likely of them all to lose an entire tour bus. His last album had been the starting point of his spiral and a bunch of his music which had only been performed live. "Sou ka..." she murmured thinking about it. Did she want to take part in this? "First, this is definitely something I am interested in, that isn't even a question!" she said almost explosively. She had some other things to do before then, but she wouldn't be not part of music when she'd been so alone with her music before. "I will of course need a few more details, but now that I finished my actual work, I don't technically have anything I have to do, that I don't plan to be done with in the next day or so..." she expressed of herself. She really had no problem leaving herself quite open to a recording session. And she'd get to spend more time with Takao which she wouldn't be turning down at all.

Between the two, there was a very strong disagreement. It was something that never led to a true argument or falling out of any sort, but something that intrinsically differed from one to the other. It had been years, but Takao would finally be sharing his opinion on the matter. "We might never agree on that. I look at it differently. The way I see it... music is romance, but not personified. I think music is a tool that connects people's hearts and dreams. If there isn't someone on each end, there's no point. That's my opinion, but I don't hate you for yours," he rambled.

As for the appearance of Mitchel, it seemed the question never needed asking. Takao didn't know if the brunette was free or busy. Apparently, she was the former. "I was hoping you'd say that," Takao mentioned while looking at his own schedule for the next week or so. Miko needed details, but he didn't have them. She should have known as much based on the person they were discussing. "You want details from a guy who lost a tour bus? If I had to guess, I'd say it'll probably be during the convention. If not... then it'll be my last show in Osaka for this trip. That puts the window either within a week, or within two. I'll text you updates as I get them."

Something very interesting would soon be coming out of Takao's mouth over the phone. He and Miko had one real disagreement, which never ruined anything between them but instead seemed to be the thing which both brought them closer together and placed a marked difference between them as people. If Miko saw her work as a simple thing unto itself, then Takao saw said works of his own as the thing which facilitated connections between individuals. "Sou ka, you know what... I actually understand how you got there now..." she said thoughtfully. "I couldn't hate you for an opinion like that either. Hm, though it definitely clarifies a few things... box it," she mused quietly, somehow this knowledge and understanding was important she just hadn't worked out how. Those fingers of hers were still gently pressing keys not enough to make sound just enough for her to feel like she wasn't sitting too still. Well, she'd never heard him phrase it this way, but to understand the difference in their ideologies was a combination of smaller factors, none of them would make her hate him, it was simply a different in the way that the saw things. Neither had to be right or wrong in this particular case, but given his actual reasoning, she could easily see herself meeting him somewhere in the middle on his stance. Music for her was just what it was, how it was used or interpreted up to the individuals, but if one saw it as a connection, she could definitely see the lack of purpose. This was simply based upon her understanding and visualization of Sakura's ability the previous day. Some things were easier understood with visuals after all... but if to Takao the music was the strings that connected people, she understood his desire to share it as he did.

Ah, but their own philosophies aside, there was something of a musical gathering taking place. According to Takao, he was hoping she'd be interested and to Miko there was never another option. Perhaps someday they'd come to understand the truth of that kind of conversation between them. The details she needed were apparently, not yet found. She shouldn't have expected them from a guy who lost his tour bus. "I suppose it is too much to ask considering that... he needs adult supervision," she mentioned still, she could leave herself some openings depending on the time of day and such. So long as unnecessary overlaps weren't taking place she could mediate it a bit. "Right, my parents mentioned the convention and so did you. I was gonna toss it up to the group when everyone was back so I should be free-ish during that time. I am in this area for a few months so it doesn't really matter as long as it doesn't overlap with any of the other stuff I have to do," she said giving it some general thought. Technically speaking aside from schooling and any trips to the other world her time wouldn't be so full. Well there was the matter of her newest hobby but she already had some people to fill that void in her life as well. "Hai hai, text me updates. And I'll make a note to pick up some new stuff when I am out tomorrow to replace my stuff in your bus. Then I won't have to worry too much about lodgings if I end up out late," she said fine with that lesser amount of planning ahead. She removed her phone from her ear to set the note. "Don't worry about it though, you can definitely call me if I really need to be somewhere. Spring break is still happening for the time being so I don't have work or school obligations now that I've finished the stuff for Industrial Illusions," she said firmly. No matter what she had every intention of being a part of that upcoming recording session, and she could even rely on Kaguya for cover if need be, not that she planned on keeping everything a complete secret. Actually, given what Takao was like she might end up having to introduce him to everyone anyway pretty soon. That one would have to be logged away for later, given his own life he might not be interested in magical world extra life, she'd have to ask that at some point as well.

After a very long time, there was finally an understanding about two differing ideologies. Miko sounded like she'd reached an understanding, whether she made the full mental trip or not. Either way, the important matter at hand had been addressed. Three music legends of the modern generation would be meeting to create songs the likes of which this world could sink its teeth into. Before that could happen though, they both had to get the details. Takao actually hoped the convention would be the right time. Takao heard enough about Miko's freedom in the near future, committing it to memory right away. "Hmm. I think that'll work out nicely. If he wants to do anything in the next couple of days, I'll try pushing it back," he stated.

Miko being around for a few months was a boon as well. Takao had a bit of wiggle room before the next city he toured to. He preferred avoiding immediate trips to the next location whenever possible, so there was always a bit of space... but this time, he happened to have some extra. "I might stick around Osaka for a while. However long that is, I'll chat with you tomorrow. We should get started on a duet album while all the juices are flowing. Ja!" he said. With that, if Miko had nothing else to address, Takao would be ending the call and returning to his late night activity of choice.

Conversations like the ones they were currently having were bound to progress in some way or another. Even though they maintained a difference in opinion, they still maintained their friendship. Here and now though the busyness of Miko's life was something that Takao was willing to work around or at least help her with so she could be part of the next big musical outpouring. "Hai, I appreciate it. I should be all clear after a day~" she said happily. Spending time making music was something she definitely wanted to do. Without question, Iino Miko missed this part of her friend group as well... even if they were... odder overall.

As they moved on from timing and planning, it would seem their time speaking to each other was coming to an end. That was almost sad, but Miko knew they'd be hanging out more directly a bit later. Moreover, it seemed that Takao might be hanging around in Osaka for a bit longer than he normally stayed over while doing shows. That was surprising news indeed. What was more he was planning to speak with her the next day as well and spoke of a duet album. "Hai hai, if you are going to be around a bit longer we might be able to hang out more than just the once. I have a few things for you to hear already, and maybe a few more. I'll get back to it. Ja ne, Takushi♪!~" Miko said. She wasn't one to keep him from his evening of fun, instead she'd hang up her phone and return her fingers to the keys. Those gentle presses became another string of and those little candle lights flickered repeatedly as the sounds of her night and her musical writing returned to her properly.

As the hours of this night passed, everyone was winding down at their own pace. Well... not everyone was doing so. There was still a beachside mansion featuring three people, two of whom were back inside and still fully immersed in each other's bodies. Three people were supposed to be within the mansion, at least. One, the very young man who was originally tied to a chair, would no longer be found by the others who'd reentered the living room. Kakihara Shota had taken the earliest opportunity to find his own freedom, even breaking the chair to do so. No longer was there a video of Sakura on the big screen, as Shota had taken copies of those recordings for safety. As for where he would be found, well... he hadn't gone very far. While they were still out on the balcony preparing a return to the mansion's interior, Hiruko thought he'd seen Shota skulking about outside. It seemed he was right. That would surely become an issue of some level later. Hiruko expected nothing major, but sunrise was relatively soon. As such, he decided to move on from whatever he and Sakura were doing in the living room. From there, it would be another hour or so before the sun's first rays over Osaka marked the final phase of a legitimate night-long session.

The movements of Kakihara Shota were outside of Sakura's conscious notice, but there was that little tickle which could almost function as a warning against a potential happening associated with karma. Oh well, she was already taking care of some kinds of karma, she'd put her trust in others to help with the rest... not that this was a conscious thought for her either. As the sun began to rise, those weird diamonds in her eyes hadn't gone anywhere, a full submission was something which was happening for the purple haired girl and it was something which would remain. So what would happen after moving through the living room and into a different room. Maybe it was just a spare bedroom but it had a different bed in it and a desk. Sakura would be found, wherever Hiruko had taken up residence, lowering herself into his lap backwards, her legs spread wide and facing a large mirror. She did like mirrors more than most things, but it was hardly something she was actively thinking about as the first rays of sunlight came through the windows gentle moans were escaping her lips as she worked on a coming orgasm. An actual night of fucking as she expected, was quite gratifying to experience, even without all the magic she was used to... someone like Hiruko was a lot of fun.

Where had Hiruko moved to? As it was the window of their night's session was coming to a close, he'd gone with the most natural final location: the bed. There he sat, close enough to one edge for his legs to hang over. Sakura straddled him backwards, and he frankly didn't know how to hold himself. Some time was spent leaning back to keep an eye on Sakura's bouncing ass. At other times, he sat up and even got his arms involved, either grabbing Sakura's breast or hooking a finger or two into her mouth. At times, he could even be found playing between her folds while looking around into the mirror, appreciating the visuals gained there too. Those diamonds in Sakura's eyes couldn't have been in his imagination at this point. Well, it didn't matter what was real and what was imaginary now. What did matter, was that the presence of one hand on Sakura's chest and another between her open legs, Hiruko peered over her shoulder to speak. "I'll let you in on a little something, Sakucchi. I've been holding out for a while. This'll be the last, just to make sure it's a good one♥~" he announced preemptively.

Sakura in her current position was given all sorts of attention. She watched in the mirror as hands moved from behind Hiruko to hold him up to around her torso. She watched and felt him play in her folds. She felt his hands on her chest and around her body and she never truly stopped moving. Everything was going so well, and in a bed, it would seem there was a lot of freedom while even maintaining closeness. Oddly enough when he spoke she locked eyes with him in the mirror, a small smirk developing on her lips as she moaned her happiness. "OOohaaaa♥!~" the moan happened first as she tried to continue on her work but that sentence he spoke was rather exciting. The last of the night in an all night fucking situation that actually lived up to expectations. She'd also managed to do everything she said she was going to during this event so she was happy. Beyond that happiness there was something cooking in the depths of her soul, which she'd all but forgotten but that would definitely come to life at the end of this endeavor. "Hai, Goshujin-sama, reward me with it when you're ready♥!~" she moaned that one sentence after a bit more time, but seemed to gain both momentum and happiness as she awaited something major. If something epic was coming she might as well have the best possible time with it. She'd not been told to restrain herself so why not?

This night, Hiruko had been brought into a different world. It felt as if he'd boarded some sort of ship into said world the previous day, landing upon meeting Sakura to receive a grand tour of this new reality. A hostess, a conductor, and an ambassador ─ that seemed to fit the trio he'd been dealing with lately. Hospitality went two ways though, didn't it? It was only right that he come into this new kingdom. He'd been gifted a pet this night. It was only respectful to his benefactors, to ensure that pet was properly fed. Sakura wanted to be 'rewarded' with his offering whenever he was ready. Well, that would take a bit of manipulation. "This one isn't a reward. Call it... an investment," he said, pausing there to move both his arms. Sakura would find his arms hooked underneath her legs, which were so conveniently separated for his ease of access already. Before he continued, Hiruko would be lifting Sakura's legs, doing so until his fingers were laced around her head. Since Sakura enjoyed being 'folded' so much, he'd end things with that. "My job here is to make sure you keep coming back for more. You let me know when I've done something you can only get from me. That's the deal♥~"

With that, Hiruko took control of movement once more. The bounciness of the bed would be used to maximum effect, enhancing his ability to thrust upward into a forcibly tightened hole. At the same time, his arms would be lifting and lowering Sakura by using her legs and head as leverage. Hiruko's ability to slam his way into her womb had never been higher. The same could be said of his ejaculation when it came about. "Here's that investment for you, Sakucchi!♥~" All that energy and liquid was piling up and being actively withheld until, eventually, one colossal burst occurred. His had been likened to popping a bottle of champagne. This time, it was more like the bottle... exploded. One could have blinked and missed the process of flooding Sakura's womb. Even with that happening and continuing to pour out... Hiruko still wasn't entirely done.

Hiruko's journey into a new world was almost complete. He'd taken a path which started with Miko went into Kaguya and had gone straight into Sakura. That being said, such a path wasn't a negative one in any sense. No... his night stepping into what had to be some form of magical copulation should see its climax with someone like Sakura. That being said, Sakura herself was being show several new things. Such experiences and personalities were very new to her. She was enjoying Hiruko as a standalone experience, enough that she'd not even been properly taking notes or making comparisons. it said volumes about his ability to distract and keep the attention of someone like her. Speaking of, apparently what she was receiving wasn't a reward for being a good pet, but instead an investment. According to Hiruko he was here to make sure she came back. As the most solid secondary option she could have, she'd definitely be coming back, even if all the details of why were not yet obvious. "Sou ka," she murmured. Ah, it took a while to get that one out. Even though she could process his words, they were taking a while to get out. She felt similar to how she felt while ingesting grail wine, but also like she'd been doing it for much longer than a few hours. It probably didn't help that she was also in the middle of a creation the likes of which this world had probably never seen before.

And it would only get worse, as Hiruko found a position he liked which also suited Sakura's original desire. She was being folded. Her entire body being roughed up in a way which she'd been desiring to experience for quite a while. With the energy she didn't seen as abusive or using... yes! This was exactly what she wanted. She now had ideas to work with and the vocabulary to make it happen. But that was for use some other time. In the here and now, something about the man with her taking charge and just doing as she asked without extra effort and details was delightful. "HUUUUUAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES♥♥♥!!!!~~~~" she moaned in pure and absolute delight as that bottle popped within her core. Her body received a massive input and beyond that seized up immediately as if to milk the man for everything he had within him. Moreover she was radiating light, those diamonds in her eyes solidifying that collar around her neck in the form of her inmon also coming to vibrancy as she lost control of her body. Even if he let her go now, her legs wouldn't be working, no...she'd be useless for a while yet and that was great. And with that burst of magic, came something else... the creation of an entity, but that was also something to handle a bit later.

Sakura seemed quite consistent in her occasional understanding of an unspoken thought pattern. Just like the others, there were reasons he thought she'd be a perfect fit for his line of work. That didn't matter at present, but it was an interesting thought each time it appeared in Hiruko's mind. Moving on, Hiruko's luck was in full effect. He knew there to be cameras positioned all over this mansion as dictated by Shota. He had every belief that they were set to be recording at all times, for both security and deviance. The final outburst of Sakura was one he'd go looking for in said recordings. In the moment however, he'd be enjoying it to the maximum.

As for Hiruko not being quite done during that explosion, Sakura would learn the truth once he stopped pushing and blasting against the rear of her womb to no end. When he finally did, he leaned back onto the mattress and took Sakura with him."Biggest payout at the end, huh? That's the best I've heard from you all night~" he commented. Moments later, as he continued spilling out, Hiruko pulled the girl off his cock and placed her atop the bed. Only then would his plan reach full fruition. On bended knees, Hiruko slung that dripping cock over Sakura's face, picking up his phone for a final photoshoot of the event. "I guess Sakucchi's done for the night. Let's give Passionlip one more moment in the spotlight~" he chirped. Strangely, Hiruko saw things during his movement ─ things that had to be imaginary. He could have sworn there were various markings on Sakura's body, including writing and other... tattoos? No; obviously he was just more tired than he felt after that session.

Sakura's ability to process information was never in question. Even without fully divulging the way she thought, she could easily put together some things. She did this even without the full understanding of context in most cases. The truth of the matter was, the more context she received the fuller her understanding and predications became. In a moment like now, she was certain of several things she'd not have the ability to work herself through just yet. Oh well, there were more important things on the table.

For instance, her current situation of being filled beyond reason in one of the most aggressive ways she'd ever been part of. This was definitely exactly the kind of thing she'd been looking for, and now that she had it, she wouldn't be letting it go. Even now, Hiruko was claiming to have heard one of the best sets of noises from her that he had all night. Whenever she got herself together, she'd manage something... maybe. "You.... ah... hmm... earned it~" she finally finished as she tried to catch her breath but apparently failed. And now that her primary form was done with her experience, the new one aptly named Passionlip was being given something at last. For one who didn't fully understand magic, this man was oddly intuitive. A still leaky cock was dangled over her face, and in one of her truest forms of self she easily opened her mouth. Allowing several licks and strokes of tongue. She seemed not to care if any splashed on to her face or chest. Instead she focused on getting as much of that into her self as possible. Even going so far as to kiss the tip of his cock and allow her tongue to fully grace his glans at the same time. She looked up at him with those strange pupils of hers currently pulsing as her lips met his tip before her tongue slid out from inside and graced it once more.

To end a night of debauchery, Hiruko got a few more choice pictures of Sakura for himself. The fact that he'd found three subjects so very photogenic in the past couple of days was ludicrous. Never would he be one to question a stroke of even better fortune, of course. According to Sakura, he earned that incredible vocal show. Well... he'd say the pictures were earned as well. Just the same, Sakura earned herself so much more. As he snapped a few photos of those cold, yet seductive eyes and those lips and tongue clearing excess leakage from his cock, Hiruko considered the day ahead. A few throbs brought about by Sakura's actions implied the need for only a small reset... but Daikichi Hiruko was not Kakihara Shota. Sakura may have fallen into a submissive role, but their agreement was to be sex friends. The 'friend' part would always be addressed by Hiruko.

So then, what was the plan? After a few minutes, Hiruko was flopping onto the bed beside Sakura, finding ultimate relaxation. He'd gesture for her to join him while speaking. "Whew! Let's see... early morning, plenty of time before anything needs to be done. How about a long nap? After getting up, I say we hit the town and maybe do some shopping. Clothes, tech, food, movies ─ anything tickle your fancy?" he asked with an open arm available to the lass.

Sakura's lip service was rewarded with pictures being snapped and a few more throbs from the cock she'd become rather acquainted with in the last few hours. In truth, submission was something she wanted to give, but didn't have the proper words to express before and their interaction gave her a new understanding and standard for demands to be made and met. Yes, this interaction was one of the best she'd had definitely her favorite of the outside influences and second only to the calm she felt around Kazuhiko. Once she was done and his cock was cleaned up, Hiruko crashed to the bed finding himself to be relaxed and then left an arm open and made a gesture for Sakura to join him.

Odd. She didn't fully register this sort of intimacy initially but she also wouldn't be turning it down at all. She managed a bit of a graceful roll and a gentle crawl into occupying his space. She tucked herself into that outstretched arm and took a deep breath. "Sou..." she murmured. It was yet another thing she'd not found the purpose of initially but definitely would find herself enjoying just the same. She relaxed into his side seeming to find a comfort she'd not expected from either her wife or her husband. Yes, he was definitely a good choice, she'd have to thank Miko and perhaps study her methods for finding such an individual. If one more good choice existed within Miko's infinite ones (not her fathers for obvious reasons), she'd say the girl's choice in men simply wasn't to be questioned. As for their morning, a bit of processing time, also known as sleep would be nice. She felt safe enough in Hiruko's care to do so. "I suppose I could sleep for a little..." she mentioned as her legs jumped a few times without her moving them. "Sou ka, that's new..." she murmured about the state of her body. "I haven't done much with any of those things. Shopping seemed fun but I've only done a little so far. I have all the basic tech I need... I also have only tried immediate area local cuisine so I wouldn't mind that much either..." she said thoughtfully. "I realize this question will seem odd but, what's a movie?"

Though Sakura missed a lot of things one should consider common knowledge, she seemingly had the hang of post-coital intimacy. She slid her way into the space provided, and he wrapped that arm around her upper body. He thought nothing of that, but soon... something strange would occur ─ even multiple things. Hiruko used his free hand to detach the leash from her collar. In doing so, he caught another glimpse of some nearly-glowing thing just under the collar. That was another thing he'd have to ignore for now. Little did Hiruko know, he'd eventually make a discovery whenever he checked those pictures again.

Before any of that, the pair would rest for the morning. Sakura listed her experiences with the mentioned activities. It sounded like they could do well with a bit of everything listed, except... a movie. Actually, Sakura asked what a movie was, in perhaps the strangest moment Hiruko had ever been witness to. Not knowing what movies were while living in this century, was odd beyond all reason. Living under a rock didn't cover that sort of ignorance. "Ehh... 'odd' isn't even the half of it. You're not serious, right? Everyone knows what movies are. Or do you just mean you've never been to a theater? Because we could just find one to watch here instead."

Participating in post-coital cuddling was an active thought for Sakura. She wouldn't have participated in such a thing, if it had been Kakihara asking for it, as... he wasn't the type of person she wanted to lay beside. Hiruko had special priviledges, ones Sakura noticed as he removed the leash from her collar and appeared to be looking for a bit longer than normal. 'Oh? I wonder how much he can see? I suppose that puts a rush on the idea that he might be a bit too developed for this world,' Sakura mused internally. Even so, there was the matter of their actual day.

In this moment, Sakura got to see someone be astounded by a question. She became aware that the question might have been a bit too displaced from her current understanding of the world. The look on his face and his reaction said that whatever movies were, they were ubiquitous in this society. She could piece it together, it was something to watch, presumably for entertainment. And they were things that could be watched in theaters which she assumed were specialized places or even at home. "Too bizarre a question..." she mused as if logging that away as knowledge for later usage. She could definitely get a more legitimate answer from someone else. "I think I understand... I can't say I've seen such a thing and I have more questions but, I can't say no to a new experience..." she clarified her own understanding and was willing to let that go. She didn't even know about things like genres, special effects, or actors and actresses and surely this would come up later but, for now she was at least open to the experience.

For all the questions Sakura tended to ask, she equally created a lot of questions about her identity. To ask about something as widely-known as movies, she raised more questions than ever. Where was she really from? She had all the makings of some secret princess from Kyoto, from an old monarchy waiting for its time to rise again. If he wanted to entertain the thought of something more sci-fi, he'd even assume she was thrown out of time, flung into a distant future from her time of birth. "Bizarre question, bizarre girl..." Hiruko commented absently. Whatever the case, he couldn't register Sakura as a threat. As such, he closed his eyes right then and there. "But that's alright. Rest up, and we'll check out all that stuff later. Oyasumi~"

While Hiruko was falling asleep, Kazuhiko was waking up. A late night meant little to his time of rising ─ especially when he had reason to be excited for the day. It seemed, after all the hullabaloo of yesterday, he'd fallen asleep facing Angelica in bed. Whether she was the only one present or not, he didn't know. Kazu's eyes peeled open slowly before he realized what was in store today, at which point a massive burst of energy struck him. "Cards!" he exclaimed abruptly. Card games were in the near future. A shopping trip was necessary first, but surely that could be taken care of before the local card shop opened. "Angie!"

A bizarre question, posed by a bizarre girl... that was Hiruko's assessment of Sakura. He wasn't wrong at all and Sakura had nothing negative to say about it, "That is fair as an understanding," she commented almost absently. She'd allowed her eyes to close as she remained cuddled up against Hiruko, seeming to enjoy every moment of being so close. She could feel his mana circuits beneath his skin and even hear his heart beating. Apparently, they'd be checking out all of the things later, which was fine fine with Sakura, a new kind of learning and adventure. "Oyasuminasai, Hirrun♥!~" the girl murmured as she began to drift. There was something to this, she definitely had to try out again later it was going to be an interesting day, experiencing 'sex friendship' the way it was intended.

Meanwhile, an early morning was on the horizon for one Kimura Kazuhiko. He awoke while staring into the face of Angelica. She was continuing to have her body changing for the sake of coverting herself into a human. Still, she had just drifted back in when he yelled for cards. Her eyes opened and they were a unique shade of blue green with little almost white stars in the corners. "Chuck, it's first thing in the morning, you're going to wake everyone!" she said also not sparing any real noise. "Too late Ruri-chan," came the voice of Ai from the other side who was sleeping cuddled up with Kaguya. "Ugh, uncomfy big spoon, Ai-nee..." Kaguya griped. Girls first thing in the morning were rather interesting. There were however a few missing from this scenario. Kei who'd woken and had a shower while everyone else was asleep, who'd been at the very end of the bed against Kaguya's fore and Chika who was still in the living room on the floor with a fresh cup of water still cuddled up in blankets. Beyond those points one Iino Miko was currently in the kitchen and she was... cooking breakfast in the form of rice bowls with two fried eggs and green onions for the lot. The smell of that was drifting from the kitchen into the bedroom.

Angelica didn't understand. If the day ahead contained an opportunity for a group outing that involved trading cards, Kazuhiko could not be calmed. Yes, it was early in the morning ─ just after sunrise. On the other hand, they had a lot of daylight to burn. "Well it's not like you're any quieter, Luviagelita!" he replied instantly. Ah, but it didn't matter. A voice came from behind Kazu, notably that of Hayasaka Ai. Falling asleep several hours before had been such a surreal event that he'd lost track of who all was present. Kaguya's voice also presented itself. Had most of the group fallen asleep in one bed? That seemed to be the case when Kazu rolled over to see a row of two on the other side. "Not important! Card game day!"

With that exclamation, Kazu sprung up. He hadn't a single article of clothing on his body, but that was something that would be fixed in time. For now, he'd just hop out of bed while thinking about the coming shower. "Anyway, first thing in the morning! Shopping to do, cards to play, fun to have! It's your first day out, Ang! Get hype!" he said further. Meanwhile, Miko was not alone in the kitchen. Yuuya was present, insisting that he be of use by chopping scallions for garnish in Miko's dish. "I never thought to make something so simple with common, cheap ingredients like this. It's a good way to stretch things for this big group," he observed aloud.

Angelica apparently wasn't being any quieter than Kazuhiko. And this was pointed out by him as he called her by her first name. "Chuck you are walking the line. Don't start!" she exclaimed. Both of them seeming to be pretty lively first thing in the morning, at least that is what Ai thought as she continued to lounge about. Kaguya couldn't help but snicker but stayed out of the conversation of newlyweds. Apparently all of this was not important as it was card game day. Angelica managed to sigh as she finally sat up and stretched and yawned. "Yes, I get that part... we all heard you. I am sure everyone in the area heard you..." she said in her usual way. Well, she couldn't really be any different than she normally was, and he fully acknowledged that it was first thing in the morning and that she was supposed to get hype. "I barely know what that means. But I'm working on it," she said quickly.

Still Kazuhiko was up and out of bed headed for a shower as the rest of the girls sprawled out for a few extra minutes. What he couldn't know however was that the bathroom door would be opening shortly before he arrived to reveal Kei, with freshly washed hair. She was currently dressed in a black skirt and a light blue Dream Eater T-shirt that was far too tight, but looked fairly normal with her usual ribbon being properly adjusted as she came out of the bathroom. Once again, the mirrors had been fixed so she felt comfortable with the way she looked as she stepped out. She would be surprised to see him and be quiet for a moment as she focused on his face. "I'm sorry about yesterday!" she blurted out quickly. It'd been something weighing on her since then but soon after she ran off again, this time headed for the living room to escape any more embarrassment of herself.

Meanwhile Miko stood atop a chair in front of the stove. A large pot of rice had cooked in the back and she was currently frying eggs and placing the finished ones on a flat sheet next to her. Currently she was wearing an oversized cow themed hoodie with a cow's head as the hood completely with little decorative horns. It would seem she was quite fond of such cute little things. And even though it had previously been quite big on her, it was snuggling in a bit closer on her curves though it managed to hang down to about mid-thigh sudden movements made it ride a bit high. Like... the moving of the eggs she was frying. "Hai, it's definitely a good stretch, it is actually pretty filling too. But I can't take responsibility for it. My mom said she had this a lot while she was studying in Korea, so she made it a lot for me when I was little. And I... made it for the group a few times so I know they'll eat it," she said happily. "Still, it's nice to have some help, and long arms... places really aren't made for me to have a reasonable time. Thanks for helping out, Tenjou-kun," she offered appreciatively. Miko was polite enough not to cross any unnecessary boundaries with anyone who didn't want to be involved and currently only realized that Yuuya could use friends. They were already taking up a lot of space in his house, so she'd remain on friendly terms. At the same time the front door was opening as Hayami Saori entered the building while pulling out headphones and putting away her phone. "Tadaima!" she made her presence known as she took off her shoes and entered the kitchen. She'd had a shower before heading back so she wasn't worried about being offensive, and she'd gotten in a good morning workout while all the kids, with the exception of Miko were still in bed.

Without much more to say, Kazu was making his way toward the bathroom. He had hopes that Angelica would eventually understand the cause for hype, if not regarding card games, then regarding something adventurous. This would be her first day not spent inside. Well, Aincrad may have had some pretend version of outdoors, but that didn't count at all. Kazuhiko himself was excited to see the moment she finally got out; that was one thing he'd pay maximum attention to. Alas, they would first have to make ready. Kazu approached the bathroom with full confidence, only to be halted at the door by the appearance of... Kei, whom he had a little 'incident' with the day before. There he was, fully nude in front of the clothed girl again. This didn't go well last time. "Oh... uh... I─" Before Kazu managed anything, Kei was blurting out a quick apology and running off again. He stood thereafter with a hand extended, reaching nothing but air. That wasn't a conversation at all. Moreover, what was she apologizing for? Kazu had been trying to make sense of interactions with that girl, but it wasn't working at all.

Meanwhile, Yuuya was chopping away at the ends of multiple green onions ─ one large for each bowl in progress. He hadn't done much looking in Miko's direction, choosing instead to continue fine chopping until done. Ah, but they'd begun something of a conversation. Surely he couldn't keep eyes completely focused on the work; the brunette was perhaps the least terrifying person to speak with in this group. "I... I think it'll go well too. These are all staple ingredients, so they can't─" Whatever Yuuya intended to say was lost, all due to the fact that he'd turned just slightly. He'd seen what Miko was wearing before, obviously. What he hadn't seen, was the superior angle that came from her placement atop that chair. Suddenly, a hoodie that was already form-fitting was more like a minidress showing nothing but curves and bare legs in the line of sight Yuuya assumed would be toward Miko's face when turning. "Eh?!" he blurted. That outburst may have been due to the surprise, or it may have been because he'd sliced through a finger when chopping ─ which itself was definitely due to the surprise. Well, he'd be trying to act as if that didn't happen. The onion he cut was scrapped, thrown off the cutting board right away as he pressed his thumb against the cut to prevent additional blood leakage. Most importantly, Yuuya was trying to keep his gaze averted from then on. "Iia, iia! I should help. You shouldn't have to cook, and you're doing it for so many people. I want to do my part if possible. I'll uh... be another minute on the onions; I need to get another one."

That quick interaction between Kazuhiko and Kei, left her feeling triumphant if only for a moment. 'Yes! I did it, I apologized for freaking out!' she thought to herself only to get into the living room and have the rest of her thoughts register. 'Wait! I didn't say why I was apologizing. I probably just sounded crazy. I fucked up again!' she thought seeming to make her hands into fists and stomp off to flop onto the couch. 'I can't go back now!' she thought absently. "Okaerinasai, Hayami-san," she offered Saori who entered. Miko having heard her called out appropriately. "I'm making breakfast do you want some?" she asked of the woman directly. "Hai, I'll take some thanks!" she said walking towards the kitchen though she did pause and look at Kei. She knew a girl in distress when she saw one, and though she wasn't totally sure of what caused it she did have gentle words to offer. "Keep trying. It gets better..." she said knowing what it was like to not be able to communicate properly.

While Kei sat and pouted, Miko stood on her chair and continued frying eggs while conversing with Yuuya about the food they were making. Theirs was such a normal conversation she didn't think about what she looked like at all. She'd never garnered any attention in the kinds of clothes she preferred wearing around the house, she saw them as modest and without anything remotely sexualized, and as such she had no idea the lad had distracted himself with her. He was speaking on the nature of staple ingredients and how they all worked only to sound surprised. She looked over from her frying eggs to note a cut finger. "Careful, Tenjou-kun. Let me see..." she all but demanded of the lad as the continued to talk. Taking care of wounds was pretty normal for her and she didn't even freak out. "It's fine if they take another minute, but let me see your finger. I have to cook extra eggs anyways..." she said as she moved the set off the pan as they finished and took a moments break to have a look at his finger properly. "Also, I am used to cooking for people by now, it isn't really a big deal. And I still appreciate the help, you can relax you're doing plenty, Tenjou-kun," Miko wished to assure the lad of his helpfulness.

Confusion from interactions was Kazuhiko's destiny at this point in life. The way Kei apologized for unknown reasons and darted away, it would have been weird of him to follow and seek information ─ especially whilst nude. Oh well; he'd just have to take a shower and move on. While he did so, Yuuya was in the kitchen apparently failing to hide a cut finger. The last thing he needed was the approach of Miko to offer assistance. The very same body to cause his reaction should not have been so close, yet Yuuya couldn't even open his mouth quickly enough to stop it. "Uh! It's fine, really! I'll just get a bandage and come back to help," he insisted skittishly. "You're all going through a lot from what I hear, so I'll do anything I can to lessen the load."

In that same moment, Saori was being followed into the house. Marisbury Animusphere himself was once again entering this abode, trailing right behind Saori as if they'd come back together. Of course they hadn't, but Marisbury wasn't concerned with that particular visual. When the purple-haired woman spoke to Kei, he made his presence known by speaking. "It also gets worse. You'll understand soon enough that those worries are all for naught. The same goes for him," he said, gesturing with his head toward the kitchen where Yuuya stood.

The confusion of teens was something which actually humanized them to a certain extent. Even so, it was something for them to work through on their own. At the same time, Miko had a very easy time figuring out that Yuuya had injured himself and was willing to look after him as a member of their friend group. If he wished to stop Miko's approach it was far too late to do so by words alone. She'd set down her spatula off to the side of the stove and hopped down from her chair. Back at her usual small body size, she stood before him with her cheeks puffy while she looked up at him. "I am definitely group healer, you know? You want to help us, and you've done a lot already Tenjou-kun. But friendship is reciprocity so let us look after you too. We're not the only ones having a hard time," she said her hands open before her. If he acquiesced she'd find herself playing with a little magic. She could easily manipulate her own mana, and force it forward to close the wound on Yuuya's finger. It was oddly draining on this side, but it was a test worth doing nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Kei was left momentarily comforted by the words of Hayami Saori, before a voice broke both of their concentration. "How long have you been behind me?" Saori said. Not noticing something like that was almost jarring after being a battle hardened warrior for hundreds of years. Kei, was no where near balanced enough to have such a reaction even if his words were meant to help her. "You should announce yourself!" she demanded in a very tsundere way. Meanwhile, as Miko attempted to tend to Yuuya's finger cut, she heard a voice which made her eyes get really big and the light within them seem to jump. There was an odd connection between her ears and loins, related to that voice. "Mari-sa, you're supposed to warn me if you're going to randomly start talking♪~" she said but there was something a little amused about her voice. "Do you want breakfast?" she asked not knowing how or why he was here, but seemingly still all about looking after everyone present.

Miko insisted upon being healer for the group, as if to demand she be caretaker in this moment. She mentioned friendship again, but only the others thought Yuuya was actually contributing something. Well, the more they battered the concept over his head, the more hope he gained. Reluctantly did Yuuya offer that finger to be patched by apparently magical means. "... If you insist. Onegaishimasu," he said, defeated from the onset. Yuuya would go on to watch that bleeding slice in his finger seal itself, feeling the strangest little tickle as it did so. There was even a warmth not attributed to the blood itself, but instead to something far deeper within. "Eh? That feels weird," he said in no particularly negative way.

In the living room, Marisbury was greeted initially by two reactions of outrage. First came Saori's, which he responded to immediately. "Since the moment you left the gym," he said simply. As for Kei, he was too busy chuckling for a moment to answer right away. Once some light laughter subsided however, he had something more specific for her. "I did announce myself. I suppose that wasn't the right wavelength for you all to feel, though. Sumanai~" he said. Even with that, there was a certain devious light in the man's eye. With Miko talking about a warning and offering breakfast, he turned his attention to the kitchen. "I'm sustained enough by the energy I can feel in this area. All fifteen of you here are quite potent. As for a warning, wouldn't that just involve suddenly talking? Well... there are other ways, but that may be a little invasive~"

Yuuya would be battered with his usefulness until he understood it. This was the way of the group, Miko had gone through something similar as she understood it, with her memories of Anais' young life. Given that information, there was a certain kindred spirit shared between them, and she ha no problems offering to fix up the lad's finger. The test itself was rather good and after doing so she had a good understanding of how much she could and couldn't do given the mana limitations of this world. She wouldn't be piecing back together any dismembered limbs without a serious influx of mana, but she could set bones and take care of minor abrasions while subsisting on regular foods. "Hai hai," she commented as she fixed up that finger. His comment about the sensation of healing as received from her didn't go unnoticed either. She simply shrugged after seeing that his finger had closed up properly. "I get that a lot, all good. Wash hands and back on onions~" Miko said giving a little salute. Of course there was also a bit of a change in the atmosphere because of the entrance of Marisbury Animusphere.

According to Marisbury he'd been following behind Saori since she left the gym. It was such an odd thing to realize that she looked at him with a raised brow. "You know... for the record if you need to follow me again. Just walk with me," she stated. it was such a weird thing to be followed without noticing. An apology however was given after he chuckled at the reaction of Kei. Apparently he'd announced himself magically but no one had noticed. Well, no one in this room. Kaguya came out of the back stretching and smiled, "I noticed, good morning~" she said in her usual way, looking over to see Miko climbing back up onto the chair to continue making eggs. "Hmph, well I guess it's fine. But there are only nine people in here..." Kei mentioned having a pretty fair count by now. Miko heard out what Marisubry had to say and looked back over her shoulder. "How invasive I wonder~" she said thinking about it happily. Of course, that was just a minor flirt. "Wait, fifteen... how'd you come to that conclusion?" she asked immediately.

Though it felt strange, Miko's effort to patch Yuuya's finger was... pleasant. The oddity itself was in the fact that it felt good; perhaps too good for healing. Since she apparently heard that sort of comment a lot, Yuuya wouldn't worry too much about explaining it. He'd instead be averting his gaze once more during the girl's solute. Obviously she didn't know what those sudden movements did; she had been significantly smaller in the chest region when they arrived in this world. The last thing he needed was an erection in front of someone who didn't think he was some fat, creepy menace. "H-hai. Arigatou gozaimasu," was all he managed to say before moving toward the sink.

Marisbury was advised to walk with Saori if he ever intended to follow her again. That may have been sound advice, but he wasn't likely to follow it. "If I did that, wouldn't it make you more uncomfortable? I understand you've seemed a little... against most of the things I find natural, and naturally exude. Unless you accept the idea of your soul changing your mind for you, it would be best for me to remain distant," he explained. With that, Kei was 'correcting' Marisbury on the number of people in this building presently. She was wrong. It wouldn't be until Miko wondered how the man reached that conclusion, that everyone would know why. Ah, but first came the introduction of Kaguya ─ one who did sense his arrival. "Good morning," he said before shifting his gaze to Miko again. "Incredibly invasive, on my end specifically," he answered. Now that all other questions had been answered, he had only one thing left to explain. To do so, he needed the others present. "There are fifteen, excluding the one creature. I'll explain that, but... a few key figures are missing. Let's wait until breakfast for that part."

The likeness between the journeys of Miko and Yuuya were oddly similar. Though not exactly the same in their execution both were at a stage of not realizing how their physical differences had manifested. He'd once been a very fat boy and Miko had once been so small she was mistaken for an elementary schooler. Growing up was strange, but that didn't mean they couldn't help each other out along the way. She shrugged off his thanks, "Iia, that's what I'm here for," she offered. Though she had no idea of his hesitation, he went along to continue. As such she was back atop her chair and cracking two more eggs soon enough. At the same time, Saori was being confronted with another other worldly being. Of course, she realized there was something quite strange about him, but his clarification on the exact nature of that sensation made her give it a bit more thought. "Sou ka, why any of you exist is beyond reason. Still, I would like to think I am mature enough not to throw myself at another person, just because my soul is weird. And being socially reasonable is more comforting than... someone following me without me knowing," she concluded. Threats to sanity were strange like that, but if asked she'd rather be confronted than be snuck up, upon.

At the same time, Kaguya was receiving good morning which she took before slipping into the kitchen to see something, oddly nostalgic. Miko atop a chair in front of the stove and she'd walk up behind her and take a pretty clear view of her bottom in that little cow hoodie. "Oh, well, she's used to invasive. You could do that and then we could see her reaction~" Kaguya had no idea what was being discussed but she didn't need to in order to insert herself into the conversation. Miko would frown slightly, "I'm standing right here, you know!" she said her face suddenly puffy, "Still, it doesn't sound too bad..." she said knowing that she was more than interesting in Marisbury even if she didn't throw herself at him every time they saw each other. "Creature sounds weird, but... I guess we'll find out eventually what all that means," Kei said from her spot on the couch. "Breakfast will be ready in just a bit," Miko mentioned as she prepared. Both Ai and Angelica would be wandering out of the back in various states of disarray, with Ai seeming to be mostly relaxed though she'd also felt Marisbury's arrival. Angelica had as well and was now standing between the living room and kitchen staring at Marisbury, "Wait, I know you...maybe..." he was confusing to look at. He looked like one of Sakura's dads but somehow younger and more and less godly. It was weird. "I'm confufsed," Angelica said finally.

Saori had been through a fair amount of development as Marisbury could tell. Alas, the mental part was obviously quite stubborn. She thought herself mature enough to fight against her very soul. Apart from being on a self-destructive path if she meant to follow through with that, Marisbury had an inkling that she wasn't quite as firm as she thought. In fact, his count of people in the building was all the proof he needed. "Sou ka. I'll keep that in mind," he said. Whether Marisbury meant a word of that or not, he'd be moving right along.

What he moved on to was quite the misunderstanding. Kaguya claimed Miko was used to invasive things, and Miko claimed it didn't sound too bad. Something had been missed in his more recent mention of events. "I may not have been clear enough. When I say 'on my end', what I mean is... I would be the one invaded. Trust me; it's more trouble than it's worth. You'll have to deal with the startle," the man insisted. While Kei was talking about 'creatures' sounding weird, there was a notable scoff... from a canine. That black dog and familiar of Yuuya moved around near the couch she lay upon, seemingly taking offense to her statement. Meanwhile, the others were appearing one after another, with Angelica making a particular note of Marisbury. He stared at the blonde, knowing some strong connection existed between them as well. "Spoilers," he said softly, holding a forefinger to his lips. "We haven't met. Not yet," he said. In that moment, Kazuhiko emerged from the bathroom. He sported a pair of pants with nothing beneath, otherwise having only a towel rubbing over wet hair. He'd also sensed the arrival of Marisbury, but had nothing to say about that after the last couple of appearances. "Blame the stuff I was telling you about us. The weird time thing," Kazu explained in as brief and spoiler-free a manner as possible.

Whether Saori was self-destructive or not, wasn't really an issue. She was definitely some sort of destructive but she also wasn't the type to be told what to do. Not even by her own soul, but that wasn't really important. Whether she'd actually be capable of resisting the odd sensation that was a pure creator was something she didn't really have to think about currently, technically speaking she'd at least argued about it when it came to Kazuhiko so she'd call it fair enough. Oh well, it wasn't a problem for now, instead she went to wash her hands and get ready for breakfast. Just the same the last the eggs was cooking and Miko had to get ready to begin plating.

While that happened, Marisbury cleared up some confusion about the state of invasive. "Oh? Well if you're sure you don't want to be invaded I'm sure she'd be careful~" Kaguya said in a manner which teased Miko and Marisbury. Even so, she held her hands up in surrender. "Don't mind her. That sounds crazy... and I deal with enough startling on my own thank you~" Miko added as she got down from the stove after turning it off, and moved over to begin organizing bowls. Kei's mention of a creature made the small dog which had appeared on the couch beside her huff. "Oh? Was he talking about you. I guess you aren't really a normal animal, but... you're not weird," she said in comfort to the small creature. As an animal herself she wasn't against creatures she was just curious about what he was talking about. Meanwhile, Angelica was learning the meaning of spoilers and time travel and oddities. Given what Kazuhiko had to say, this was Sakura's father, but apparently not yet. "Oh? We're fine with this but magic is complex," she said with an eye roll. She'd been more confused about things since coming to the non-magical world than she'd ever been before. "Since we haven't met, I'm Angelica." she said without thinking too much about anything else. Meanwhile, Kazuhiko's shirtless form would be appraised by most young women present without anything resembling a second thought, even Kei looked for a few seconds averting her eyes. "Making bowls!" Miko announced about breakfast while putting rice into all of the bowls and beginning to place eggs.

The invasion that would take place in regards to Marisbury could never be acknowledged with the proper reverence. He couldn't blame the girls for that; they had no idea the true extent of... quite literally, danger. In this life, he certainly wouldn't be leaving himself and the world open to that sort of thing ─ nor would he be specifying what it was. Actually, even Marisbury didn't know how serious it was in full. "I don't think there's an amount of care that can be taken. Besides, everything's more fun when there's a surprise~" he said. With that, Marisbury's attention was drawn to Angelica.

He wasn't the only one looking Angelica's way. Kazuhiko was still drying his head while clearly taking exception to the blonde's words. In fact, he was aghast. "Huuh!? Yes magic is the complex thing. This is magic. Us reasonable people have decided not to question too much, or our brains'll explode," he griped. Marisbury laughed again before speaking. "Admittedly, I've taken the same approach in this case. I don't know what sort of future you all know me in, even though I've seen some things. I know when the first human was born in this world, and I know the exact moment I'll die in it. To think of some life beyond that, well..." There was a long pause from Marisbury. He realized this may not have been a good conversation to have before a group breakfast, so he thought to simply smile and change topics. "Mystery is a gift; a thing to appreciate sometimes. I heard something like that years ago, and it resonates strongly. Pleasure to meet you, Angelica~" he said, only for Kazuhiko to interject. "Luviagelita~" And with that, Kazuhiko was hustling toward the kitchen. Yuuya was already in position, ready to sprinkle those garnish onions atop the bowls Miko constructed.

A bit of light hearted joking, even about unknown or serious things was pretty normal between the group. Without context, they could only assume the worst and making light of that kept things from being too depressing. At least, that was the way Kaguya thought about it, as a person with a fairly dark life. Surprises were apparently to be appreciated, "Hai, I appreciate a reasonable surprise every now and again," Miko agreed, Kaguya could only nod as well. Knowing that breakfast was almost ready, she was already standing beside Miko waiting to receive a bowl. Oh well she was called a kitchen vulture for a reason. "That's no magic I've ever heard of... that sounds like that weird science stuff you guys keep talking about~" Angelica confirmed.

Everyone in this house currently had fallen away from trying to completely understand things. Whether they were taking things, one day at a time, a situation at a time or a moment at a time. "Nice to know I'm not the only one randomly siding with that sort of logic," Saori murmured. She was also in the kitchen already, well... refueling was a part of working out. Meanwhile the words of Marisbury hit Angelica's ears oddly. He knew too much about his own life, from her understanding but she'd also already learned that when people stopped talking about those sorts of things they weren't really wanting to talk about them. "Embracing mystery... I've been doing that for a while already. Nice to meet you too~" Angelica mentioned. Only to shoot daggers with her eyes at Kazuhiko as he said her given name, "Ignore him." she said about that particular name. Moving on she would be in the kitchen too. "Kei-chan, do you want Soy and Seasame?" Miko asked aloud for the other girl as she was the pickiest of the eaters presence. "Yes, I like that dish as is..." she mumbled finally getting up. "Don't call me out like that, Mi-sen!" she exclaimed in a huff. "Hai hai!" Miko claimed. "Bowl and spoon 1!" Miko exclaimed, passing a bowl off to Kaguya who was in line first. "Bowl and spoon 2..." she started next waiting for, assumbly Kazuhiko to take his bowl. Then the other young women would receive theirs in order, until... there were three bowls left. One for Miko herself, One for Chika who was still in the floor and one for Yuuya. The one for Yuuya would be handed to him before Miko removed herself from the chair. "Here ya go, Tenjou-kun. Thanks for helping... " she mentioned giving him the freedom to go ahead and eat while she placed a bowl and spoon in front of Chika before coming back for the one she'd take for herself.

Instead of accepting the magical nature of time inconsistency between worlds, Angelica compared it to science. That made sense, Kazuhiko thought, but not enough. "Sci-fi. The 'fi' means fiction," Kazu specified. When Angelica moved on to shoot those ocular daggers in his direction, Kazu was already waiting to let his tongue jut out in her direction. "Should've said Holy Princess~" he teased further.

While breakfast was being served, Marisbury paid special attention to Angelica. It was interesting to him how she rejected her own name, but the reason was not his business. He wouldn't be bringing that up, and in fact... he'd soon be parting from the kitchen group to hover around in the living room. There was a pink-haired lass in a strange state ─ one he knew the cause of. Marisbury's senses said one specific person in this group had been very busy lately. Deciding to address that later as well, he crouched toward Chika and placed a hand against her back. It would take only moderate effort for Marisbury to stabilize her mana flow and, indeed, put her in a somewhat functional state. "That should do it. Everyone will need to understand this, I think," he said, preparing to explain something of great importance.

Science... Fiction. That sounded kind of dumb to one like Angelica. She didn't understand the point of understanding factual things just to make up something that didn't work within those facts, but perhaps that was the oddity of humanity. She wouldn't judge them for it, but she would question it. Meanwhile, there was a certain name usage that also came with a title teasing instead, "Walking the line, Chuck!" Angelica asserted. Still, she now had a bowl of food so she wouldn't be arguing. This combination of items was completely foreign to her, but it smelled nice and she watched how everyone else attacked it before sitting down to have at it herself. Mixing this bowl of ingredients before ending up with soft fried eggs, rice and green onions in a bite seasoned by sesame oil and soy sauce.

At the same time, Miko was tiptoeing into the living room to give breakfast to Chika who was apparently being woken by Marisbury. That ability to regulate mana flow would be quite useful... Miko thought. She should take time to learn something like that at her earliest convenience. Chika finally managed to open her eyes all the way and sit up half way, and when she did this she saw before her Marisbury and Miko one of whom was holding a bowl of food. Small tears came to the corner of her eyes."Mi-chama brought me breakfast and another hot guy. What a great morning!~" she chimed as she accepted the bowl. "That is only technically true, but don't say that like I am giving you things. He's a person, at least thank him for helping you up... and also you don't know who he is?" she questioned directly. Chika accepted the bowl and began stirring only to look at Marisbury her head tilted to the side and shrug. "Hot guy, arigatou!~" she said firmly. "Itadakimasu!~" Chika chimed more than willing to simply have food and listen if that was what she was meant to do. A sigh escaped Miko but she could only shake her head and go back to the kitchen for her own bowl. Once she had it. She'd tiptoe around trying to figure out where to sit so she could begin eating as well. At some point during her giving away of food, the chair she'd been standing on had been taken so she supposed this was fine, as everyone was already eating.