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Hm... what kind of story? Are you a romance lover, Minamitsu?

Not really. The only romance lover here is you, I thought.

[can she use Ichirin's lap as a pillow? she's using Ichirin's lap as a pillow.]

Do I really come across as a lover of romance? I thought I came across as a nun in training.

[whatever that means also go ahead use her as a pillow. She's actually a little happy for the contact.]

You didn't answer the first question I asked.

Ah... go wild, I'm not picky. Maybe something in the adventure genre?

Haven't you had enough adventure ately?

[Of course Murasa could say the same to her about horror, which explains the slight mental slap she gave herself just now.]

[yeaaah. she reaches up and taps Ichirin's face with a knuckle.]

I wouldn't call this an adventure. We're stuck in one city.

[no comment on the Charon.]

[She laughs, shaking her head from side to side as if badly wounded by that attack. Oh the pain. Pichuun pichuuuun the pain.]

Adventure's can be in the inside of your mind, can't they?

[Lame!]

Nah.

[rude.]

If that was the case, I wouldn't be asking for a story.

... The imagination is part of the mind. All stories start in someone's head.

You can make up a story on the spot then, right?

Of course I can.

[She is a little bit embarrassed about her logic biting her in the ass, but she shifts her position and clears her throat to start.]

It's the story about a young, uh, man who met a demon when he was very young. Everybody was afraid of that demon because nobody understood it; but the boy in question wasn't as scared as the rest, even if he too avoiding the demon. Still, that didn't stop him from finding himself face to face with the demon while he was out picking flowers. Thankfully there was a way to deal with these demons and avoid being decapitated.

[She smiles, looking at Unzan and probably being told something like he knows what this story is.]

The boy was quick to act - much too quick for the demon - his mother had told him how to deal with these things. The boy summed up his courage and told the demon he had foreseen this event instead of being foreseen and the demon was so impressed that he pledged to protect that boy from any and all harm.

Both of them were happy to have eachother, but they didn't know that this union would take their lives in a much different direction.

[This is probably a story Murasa has heard. Since Ichirin is basically telling her own tale...]

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[yeah, she knows how this goes. Murasa quietly listens anyway, closing her eyes.]

And then what happened to them?

... Who knows?

[She does. Murasa does. Unzan does. That's who.]

As the two of our protagonists became shunned by humanity they were eventually taken in by a kind hearted woman and became friends with a variety of strange creatures from a talking mouse to a talking cat to a talking, uh, anchor.

[Ha...ha.]

How do you think the boy and the anchor got on at first?

Hold on.

[pichun pichuun she taps Ichirin's face again.]

Why an anchor? Why not a... shark?

Because it's my story and I say she's an anchor.

[She follows suit, reaching down and tapping Murasa on the nose.]

In some circles the anchor is a symbol of hope and in others a sign of unity.

[bleh, she moves like she's about to bite Ichirin's finger, but it's a feint.]

Still, a talking anchor sounds sorta ridiculous.

At least the anchor wasn't a barnacle, right?

[Murasa. That's rude. This is her story and she's trying to tell it her way. She doesn't hear any objections to the main character being a guy, you know!]

Anyway! I can't let you keep interrupting my story with your nonsense about talking sharks. No, no the captain was a talking anchor. It's better that way.

[huff huff] And the boy thought that the captain was really cool, right?

I seem to remember something about the boy thinking "holy crap, a talking anchor", actually...

[She can't hold it in. She giggles at her own stupid answer before she makes a quick correction.]

... And I think he was a little scared of the anchor... at first.

[that was dumb. she snorts.]

So why was he scared?

Because he just was. The anchor was so cool - the second coolest person he had ever met - and it left the poor boy completely intimidated.

[hawww]

Well, I can't blame the boy in that case.

Should I continue or are you content with that?

[Ichirin can't not smile. It's nice to see Murasa being a bit happy in this place. It's always nice to see her happy but, well, usually she seems a bit, uh, frantic in this place.]

[frantic, high strung, irritable, what else is new? moments like these are rare, but at least Murasa doesn't let them go to waste.]

Go on, go on. [she lazily waves a hand up at Ichirin.] Continue.

If you say so.

[Yeah, she doesn't let them go to waste and that's whats important, right?]

The anchor and the boy became the best of friends, even if the anchor could be stubborn and foolish from time to time, and they lived happily ever after.

[Lame ending to a lame story, but she's smiling at least!]