> Evil eye!
> "Not always this bad. I say today is a very bad day for this bullshit because it IS a very bad day for this bullshit."
No ragequit from me. Hell, the penis gives us an in-character reason for learning alteration magic beyond my retarded self-imposed whims!
Not like I'd ragequit on Alice even if I don't get boobs. Bitch Alice is one of the more fun Toohoos to control.
>I meant the yukkuri>You give Marisa your worst glare and reiterate that it has been a bad day.
>She chuckles. "And what makes this worse than every other time, ze? Not the first time you've said that!"
>"I really mean it, Marisa. I could tolerate being called Tsundere. Today, things have happened to me that I can not tolerate."
>She frowns in concern for a moment. "What things, ze?" That damned grin. "You need a shoulder to dere-dere on?"
>"hmm... so it must not just be you then. This invasion of Gensokyo is getting pretty out of hand. I've been to Kourindou and The Lamprey stand today, and everything really has changed a lot over the month."
>"Heh, not worth trying to make things like this, ze. No power to it!" she says, flexing a little. "Still, a cute find, ze!" Another grin. "And fun to surprise people with, too!"
>"Korin's place looks a lot better now, doesn't it, ze? 'course, not like I'm gonna have anyone else try and clean
this place up, but it looks a lot more like a proper shop now, ze."
>She grins at the mention of the lamprey stand. "My favorite part about the new logo is the little bird-Mystia on the top of the signs, ze. Making it look like their head got bitten off is always a laugh."
>"But it's great to see you again, ze!" Marisa says, waving you into the cluttered front room, "What've you been up to the past few months?"
>Marisa's front room is a cluttered mess of black and white clothing, disused magical artifacts, stolen books, filthy dishes, squashed mushrooms, spell reagents, and assorted other odds and ends. You notice that there are significantly more items that look like they came from the outer world littered among the mess than you remember, but it's still comfortingly familiar.
>Investigate dough whatever ball.
>Try to pat it's head gently so it stops being scared of us for a while.
>"Hey, can you tell me where you came from?"
>Curiosity unsatisfied, you pick your way through the disaster that is Marisa's floor, and approach the blobby head that Marisa just released.
>You reach down to pet it through the M smock it's hiding under, but unfortunately just it cringes away from your touch and shivers.
>"Alice-wady's scawwy..." it mumbles, childishly.
>Marisa chuckles. "Don't worry, ze, she'll forget all about it by lunch. You wanna go looking for another one later?"
