>"That means I'm tied to a chair in a kitchen and forced to sleep with my legs in the air?" You give a mental face-palm at her naivet?.
>Koishi nods at you, grinning insanely.
>As you leave to put the spellcards away, you arrange them into neat piles in the drawer. In the corner of your eye you see Koishi sat on Marisa's legs bent over the chair, poking her cheeks with childlike giggles. You smile faintly. Despite all that Koishi does, childish-prank-wise, you love her. Even when she's... straddling the legs of an unconscious thief and making said thief look rather stupid by tugging on her cheeks.
>Marisa wakes up, screaming as she sees Koishi's face almost an inch from her own.
"IT'S THE DEMENTED LITTLE SISTER, AGAIN, DA-ZEE-mp!" Marisa's scream is cut off as a separate hand is placed over her mouth. You look up, it is none other than a very, VERY, pissed-off Orin.
"Satori-sama... your... guest is very loud." she hisses, ready to force Marisa into her corpse cart and throw her into Hell's core personally. You can't blame her. That magician's shout is very screeching. Okuu pokes her head around the open door also, checking out the commotion.
Everyone isn't entirely pleased with me, are they, da-ze? You blink as Marisa's thoughts echo in your mind. Huh. You finish tidying the spellcards away, before ripping the ties from around Marisa and letting her stand up.
"You're going to sweep the outside and the inside of the palace. Non-stop. If you dare stop or try to fight anybody, I won't have a second thought about having you clean Okuu's control-arm thing. She's volatile with that thing, you'd become ash if you messed up." you tell her, before walking over to a chair and holding a small teacup in Marisa's face. "But first, make me some tea, please. I'm parched." Marisa grumbles, before going to brew the tea, and you watch Koishi go off to wander about, and Orin drags Okuu away from the house as they begin their daily jobs. You smile in peace, resting your head in one hand.