[closed] california's a garden of eden

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Who ⬤ Kamui & friends
What ⬤ Kamui has a fun time at the festival-- until, of course, the festival stops being fun.
When ⬤ During and after the Night Parade
Where ⬤ Around the city
Content Warnings ⬤ slapstick dildo violence, the backdrop of the bathhouse orgy but no actual sex, actual violence later

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Mm.

[If Kamui is anything, it's that he's utterly single-minded when it comes to getting something done. He's barely paying attention, opening drawers and looking underneath furniture, to a word she says. Of course he's Shuten, if it matters: the only thing he's after right now is his one lifeline in hell.]

I was here earlier, with a friend, and left something behind. It's nothing you need to worry about. [Harried as he is (god, how much does a new phone even cost? he's subsisting off the least glamorous of conbini dinners and instant ramen as is right now!!) he doesn't give the necessary context, nor does he remember to mind his tone. Kamui sounds more than a little terse, and he doesn't turn around to look at Monts a second time.]

Just leave me be.

[nerine]

[Ah.

Well. You know. She's been here for a few hours now, has yet to run off and just have fun with the festivities and at some point, one loses tolerance for the high sexual energy that reverberates through the walls...

Maybe she's being petty.

Maybe she just wants to lose some steam and is going to take it on Kamui because unfortunately for him, he is the nearest and most immediate problem to take care of.

There's a rustling from the paper bag and before anyone can make a comment—]

WHACK!!

[The Nikusi youkai's eyes are wide as the large dildo makes contact with the top of Kamui's head. He's lucky though; it's just average strength behind the hit, but on the other hand, it's still a blow full of malice and ill-intention.]

Out.

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[It's not the size strength of the dildo, it's what you do with it, apparently-- that bop on the head was just solid enough to throw him for a complete loop.]

Wh--

[He stammers, bewildered, as he finally whirls around. The surprise of the impact upgrades the blow to tooth-chattering level: he has no idea what the fuck just smacked him upside the head and oh my god he has never seen a dildo that big in his life what is going on. Kamui's eyes are as wide as the Nikusui's as he reaches up to clutch the top of his head, even as he stares, practically shellshocked, up at her.

(One of the Nikusuis, in the chaos, has whipped out her phone to take a picture. Monts is her new hero, and that giant dildo is her new Excalibur.)]

I-- yes, yes, I'm leaving! I just, I need my phone!

[And yes, he's really leaving RIGHT after. Funny how the words come out so much more easily when you're worried you'll be bludgeoned to death by high-quality silicone.]

[nerine]

[And thus, the Demon of the Bathhouse was born.

As far as Monts was concerned she was just doing her job. She waves Kamui off and calls after him, just to top it off with a sickeningly sweet customer service voice.]

Adiós! I hope you enjoyed your stay with us, dear customer!

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[As the nikusui hustle him out of there and slam the door in his face, Kamui realizes: he never actually got that extra five minutes to search for his cellphone, did he? Unless there's an orgy lost-and-found, or one of his friends in the clan actually takes pity on him to help search, he is... shit out of luck.]

My phone...

[Rubbing the spot she'd smacked gingerly, Kamui stares forlornly at the bathhouse entrance and resolves, for real this time, to never darken the doors of a Tamamo bathhouse again. At least not without a friend to protect him from the demon of the bathhouse.]