"Will you join us?"
The boy's words still echoed in Chiharu's mind as she woke in a daze. Last night's memories flooded back to her.
Can had recieved coocoon earrings and Hari a dust bunny. The other half demons nodded at their gifts saying they'd open back at their village, a mere flash away when using Hoshi's transportation ability. Hoshi had handed Chiharu a box telling her not to open it until he and the others returned. She had agreed.
Sighing, Chiharu rolled over, frustrated that the last thing she could remember was the blinding light and then...
"HOW'D I END UP IN HERE?!" she yelled.
Glancing around the room she regained control of herself once she saw that nothing had been removed. Sighing again, louder, she stretched herself up only to hear a muffled yell. Chiharu froze.
"Watch where you move around! You're squishing me here!"
Her eyes widened in horror until she saw a ball of purple fur burst out of her covers and begin flapping in her face, and spurting off nonsense about the hot half demons.
"You're really annoying. Buzz off."
With the comment still stinging Rune, she somewhat tumbled out of her bed and stumbled across the bedroom floor before grasping her closet's door handle. Pausing, Chiharu concentrated hard on last night's memories again and still couldn't remember.
"How come I get the feeling. . ." she stopped once she saw the calender in her closet.
"TODAY!!! AAH! NO! HOUR! LEAVE! AAH!"
Rune landed on her shoulder and began to ask why she couldn't form actual sentences when he noticed the date too.
"Modeling with the others, huh? Bet you'll need my help!" With that he transformed into lingerie that Chiharu declined with disgust. She continued on through her closet to the hidden room and opened the door gently.
"Oh my. WHOA!"
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Chiharu's Life: Raising Evolving Items, but, they're my family...
It's my job, but I love every part of it...except some parts. You see, working with evolving creatures is fun, but can be dangerous. But who cares about that? All I know is that there are adventures out there and we're going to have them!
Some people call me the Space Cowboy. . .
. . . Some call me the Gangster of Love
Some people call me Maurice. . .
. . . Cause I speak of the pompatus of love
. . . Some call me the Gangster of Love
Some people call me Maurice. . .
. . . Cause I speak of the pompatus of love