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[ficbit] [DSRK2] Raidou Kuzunoha vs. The Very Hungry Dog Thing
So I wound up picking up this game, see? And all sorts of crazy business just goes down. And well, to make a long yarn short everyone talks like bootleggers and I close my eyes for two seconds and this pops up.
No, I got nothing. Christ, my Raidou talks a lot.
“MAY I HAVE THE CURLY ONE’S HAT?”
The hat in question was pretty fine. It was one of Narumi’s latest purchases. A snappy white import that probably cost half of the agency’s monthly keep. Raidou didn’t really have much to say on that, but Inugami did. The demon made an inquisitive loop around. Tae and Narumi, on the upper steps of the main concourse of Tsukigata, were none the wiser to it.
Raidou blinked. “No you may not.” Inugami stopped in front of his face and tied itself into a tragic knot. Inugami wasn’t a miserly demon, and it didn’t talk humans clothes either. This one’s conversation ranged along the line of “THAT WOMAN IS THINKING OF GRILLED MEAT” and “THAT ONE IS HUNGRY. LIKE INUGAMI” and also “THE COW IS THINKING OF FINANCIAL REFORM.”
He didn’t really know what that last one was about, but this question was even out of normal bounds. “Why do you want it?”
Its eyes flashed in hopeful hellish pinpoints. “MASTER WEARS HAT.”
Raidou frowned and touched the brim of the article in question.
“THE FEMALE WEARS HAT.”
“Inugami, don’t call her that.”
“INUGAMI DOES NOT WEAR HAT. INUGAMI IS LEFT OUT.”
Inugami were by nature solitary. Demons that were at the core born out of human grievances tended to keep to themselves. It hadn’t really occurred to him that this one might ever feel too solitary. “If you take his hat, then he won’t have one,” Raidou reasoned. Inugami was touchy, but answered well to a firm tone. “You’ll handicap him. He can’t read minds.” Inugami could. And that was what Inugami was supposed to be doing right then. It needed reminding, but it also liked to be reminded of its superiorities. It unknotted itself and doubled back, its steel-trap jaws parted to show rows of knife-like teeth and a lulling tongue.
“HOW SAD,” it said, with relish. “THEN IT IS OKAY NOT TO HAVE A HAT?”
“It wouldn’t fit you,” said Raidou. “You wouldn’t be able to see. And you’ve got clear advantage over him. It’s a time to be generous, Inugami.”
“MAGNANIMOUS.” Raidou wasn’t sure where it learned that word, but all right. “INUGAMI IS VERY MAGNANIMOUS. IF CURLY ONE CANNOT READ MINDS, HE MAY KEEP HIS HAT.” Inugami paused. “MAY I HAVE YOURS?”
“No.” said Raidou, instantly.
”INUGAMI IS HUNGRY,” they were getting close to the inn. “MERCHANT IS THINKING OF DISCOUNTS ON SNACKS. FAT HEN THINKS OF ITS UNTIMELY DEATH…”
That was more the usual.
No, I got nothing. Christ, my Raidou talks a lot.
“MAY I HAVE THE CURLY ONE’S HAT?”
The hat in question was pretty fine. It was one of Narumi’s latest purchases. A snappy white import that probably cost half of the agency’s monthly keep. Raidou didn’t really have much to say on that, but Inugami did. The demon made an inquisitive loop around. Tae and Narumi, on the upper steps of the main concourse of Tsukigata, were none the wiser to it.
Raidou blinked. “No you may not.” Inugami stopped in front of his face and tied itself into a tragic knot. Inugami wasn’t a miserly demon, and it didn’t talk humans clothes either. This one’s conversation ranged along the line of “THAT WOMAN IS THINKING OF GRILLED MEAT” and “THAT ONE IS HUNGRY. LIKE INUGAMI” and also “THE COW IS THINKING OF FINANCIAL REFORM.”
He didn’t really know what that last one was about, but this question was even out of normal bounds. “Why do you want it?”
Its eyes flashed in hopeful hellish pinpoints. “MASTER WEARS HAT.”
Raidou frowned and touched the brim of the article in question.
“THE FEMALE WEARS HAT.”
“Inugami, don’t call her that.”
“INUGAMI DOES NOT WEAR HAT. INUGAMI IS LEFT OUT.”
Inugami were by nature solitary. Demons that were at the core born out of human grievances tended to keep to themselves. It hadn’t really occurred to him that this one might ever feel too solitary. “If you take his hat, then he won’t have one,” Raidou reasoned. Inugami was touchy, but answered well to a firm tone. “You’ll handicap him. He can’t read minds.” Inugami could. And that was what Inugami was supposed to be doing right then. It needed reminding, but it also liked to be reminded of its superiorities. It unknotted itself and doubled back, its steel-trap jaws parted to show rows of knife-like teeth and a lulling tongue.
“HOW SAD,” it said, with relish. “THEN IT IS OKAY NOT TO HAVE A HAT?”
“It wouldn’t fit you,” said Raidou. “You wouldn’t be able to see. And you’ve got clear advantage over him. It’s a time to be generous, Inugami.”
“MAGNANIMOUS.” Raidou wasn’t sure where it learned that word, but all right. “INUGAMI IS VERY MAGNANIMOUS. IF CURLY ONE CANNOT READ MINDS, HE MAY KEEP HIS HAT.” Inugami paused. “MAY I HAVE YOURS?”
“No.” said Raidou, instantly.
”INUGAMI IS HUNGRY,” they were getting close to the inn. “MERCHANT IS THINKING OF DISCOUNTS ON SNACKS. FAT HEN THINKS OF ITS UNTIMELY DEATH…”
That was more the usual.