What are you doing? Why are you doing it?

[fujimaru]

But let's be real, when have any of us actually known that?

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[fujimaru]

[ IS HALF AN HOUR ENOUGH TIME TO LOCK THE DOOR? BARRICADE IT?? Probably not. And knowing Kiyohime, that's not going to be a barrier for long. Sigh.

She at least takes the time to fall facefirst onto her bed and lie like that to wait for her doom. ]

[summerheat]

[ Aaand she returns soon enough, throwing open the door triumphantly as she enters, carrying a large hotplate in both hands. Don't mind the smell of smoke that wafts in -- ]

My dear husband! Dinner's ready ❤

[fujimaru]

Ah.

[ That's all she manages before she smells the smoke and wheezes. ]

Wh, what did you even make--?!

[summerheat]

Yakiniku, just like you asked! Oh, don't mind the smoke! That's just from the cleanup. Here, I'll take care of it.

[ By slamming the door shut.

And locking it. ]

[fujimaru]

That's not how cleanup works!!

[ SOMEONE HELP HER. LANCER KIYO WHERE ARE YOU, ]

[summerheat]

[ do you really want to get stuck in between two kiyos, friend ]


Oh! You know, Tamamo told me the same thing. Of course, she probably expects everyone to clean with fox magic. I tried to tell her that the flames of love can overcome any stain, but she wouldn't listen!

I'm the better wife though, so obviously I'm right. After all, she doesn't have a husband as wonderful as you~♡

[ she sets the hot plate on the bed, next to Ritsuka, waiting patiently. ]

[fujimaru]

[ Why not make the fire worse by adding more to it? ]

You can't just burn everything and call that cleanup...

[ That's more of a mumble than actual scolding. She looks at the plate, looks at Kiyohime, then sighs and takes up her chopsticks.

This, too, is part of being a good Master, isn't it?? She doesn't even close her eyes as she takes the first bite. ]

[summerheat]

Perhaps a lesser wife couldn't, but I'm your dear Kiyohime! My flames burn away filth just as easily as they burn liars.

[ I hope you enjoy spice because Kiyohi knows what her dear Anchin-sama wants and that's delcious, well seasoned and grilled meat slathered in egregious, utterly ridiculous amounts of chili oil, right?

She stares at Ritsuka, hands clasped in front of her, her bright smile barely masking how tense she is with anticipation. Surely praise will be coming in 1...2... ]

How is it, dear?

[fujimaru]

[ RITSUKA.EXE HAS EXPERIENCED A FATAL ERROR

PLEASE REBOOT AND TRY AGAIN ]






[ Which is to say, there's a good maybe 20 seconds where she's just chewing and looking stoically at the food before her face starts going bright red -- fire red, redder than her hair -- and then she just doubles over, wheezing furiously like she is d y i n g.

Which, honestly, maybe she is. Please, Kiyohime, your Master is a fragile noodle of a human being. ]

[summerheat]

[ Oh. The redness made her think that her husband was just so wonderfully happy with her cooking that he couldn't bear it, but this...this isn't good, is it?

She panics, reaching out to grab Ritsuka's shoulders, squatting slightly so that she's at eye level. ]

A-Anchin-sama...! Master! Are you alright?! Did the love I put into your meal burn too brightly?! Or was it poison? Did someone poison you? I'll burn them alive...!

[fujimaru]

[ She's kind of frothing at the mouth a little, in the way that happens in slapstick. There's probably swirly eyes involved.

Listen I realized today that every time Ritsuka's Poison Resistance only seems to work when she's with Mash at the time the poisoning happens, and she's Ms. Not Appearing In This Thread.

So it's possible that she is, in fact, poisoned. ]

[summerheat]

[ Well.

It's a good thing that Kiyohime will never find out who did it because it was her own self!

The panic rises up through her gut, coming out in her voice which now sounds shaky, strained, and for once in her life unsure. She bolts upright -- ]

Water! Charcoal! Please, stay right here! I'll take care of you, don't worry!

[ -- and turns to run out the door. ]

[fujimaru]

[ PLEASE HELP HER SHES DYIN

Well no, it's probably not that bad, and she's stopped frothing by the time Kiyohime gets back, but she does still look a bit green at the edges. Once upon a time, she'd had a pretty iron stomach, but that is not enough to withstand the power of ~love~, apparently. ]

[summerheat]

[ When she returns it's with an armful of water bottles, which she just sort of dumps onto the bed. She keeps one of them, crouching in front of Ritsuka to uncap it, forcing it against her lips. There's just the slightest tremble in her hand, though her expression seems firm -- focused. ]

Drink. Please.

[fujimaru]

What?

[ She says that, but she drinks obediently, without actual protest. If she's confused, that can wait until she's gotten some water in her. ]

[summerheat]

Are you still feeling sick? If you need to expel the poison, I brought charcoal. Ah, I should've asked that executioner for advice, I'm no good at medicine. Stupid, stupid --

[ stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid st ]

-- Once you've recovered I can remake your meal.

[fujimaru]

No, no, it's okay.

[ She reaches up, curling a hand behind Kiyohime's neck, pulling it down to knock their foreheads together lightly. ]

Sorry. I guess I overestimated how much I wanted to eat. Maybe just resting is a better idea right now.

[summerheat]

[ Ah, Master's so close...

She doesn't deserve it. ]

Rest...? For you that's fine, but there has to be something else I can do for you! I've failed as a wife, if I rest now I may as well take my own life!

[fujimaru]

What? No.

[ She tangles her fingers a little in Kiyohime's hair. The grip isn't so firm that it'd yank any out if Kiyohime pulls away, but it's still a steady hold. Please stay, though not in as many words. ]

Everyone makes mistakes. I do all the time. If I'm asking you to rest, doesn't that make it okay?

[summerheat]

[ She does stay still, casting her gaze downwards. Of course. Of course everyone makes mistakes. She knows that -- ]

...Of course it does. If it's what Master wants, it's fine.

[fujimaru]

But is that what you want?

[ She tries to keep her voice gentle. As much as Kiyohime's... enthusiasm... can be overwhelming at times, it does mean Ritsuka is more aware of these moments, when there's a more genuine despair. ]

It doesn't have to be all what I say, or all what you're worrying about. I'd like it if you rested, but if you want to do something else, that's okay too.

[summerheat]

...I want you, Master.

[ It's subdued, so much more so than Kiyohime would normally sound saying something like this. Where her love is usually smothering, fiery, overwhelming, here it just smoulders. ]

All I ask is that if I rest, I be allowed to do so with you.

[fujimaru]

Then you should.

[ She lets go of Kiyohime so she can scoot to the far side of her narrow bed, patting the space she just vacated. ]

Sorry it's not anything fancy, but if you're all right with it...

[summerheat]

Ah --

[ Somehow, she didn't actually expect a yes? For her to be invited instead of, you know, just laying in wait for Ritsuka to walk into her room...

She immediately brightens, crawling up onto the bed. ]

It's fine, Master. Love is the only comfort I need.

[fujimaru]

That's all I have right now, sorry.

[ Ritsuka is more of a floppy noodle than usual, but when Kiyohime is close enough, she reaches out to drape an arm over her side. Shhh, it's time for quiet now. ]