[ She reaches out for her yukata to take it from him and pull it on, tucking the fabric around herself in a way that’s habitual and automatic.
With a twinge of wryness: ]
Been so long, I sort of miss those two wrinkly old fucks at the sento.
[ It hasn’t been that long. Especially by the measure of an immortal’s lifetime. But it’s been long enough for her to miss the routine, and the pair of yokai running the place probably noticed their absence. ]
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With a twinge of wryness: ]
Been so long, I sort of miss those two wrinkly old fucks at the sento.
[ It hasn’t been that long. Especially by the measure of an immortal’s lifetime. But it’s been long enough for her to miss the routine, and the pair of yokai running the place probably noticed their absence. ]