"Hey, do you have a problem with us? Every time we come here lately, you're wearing that sour face. Not welcome?" Watatsuki no Yorihime slapped her sword onto the table, crossed one leg over the other, and folded her arms as she faced Jiu Ming's drooping-eyed, woebegone expression—his hand clutching a Hairball.
Her tone was far from pleasant.
"Isn't that because you've been coming so often lately? Because of her?" Jiu Ming kneaded the Hairball in his hand, pressed at his brow, and gave a shallow yawn. "If you want to know something, why not just ask her?"
"I would, if you'd give me a chance to interrogate her!" Watatsuki no Yorihime's brows drew together. "Just knowing she's here is completely useless!"
What she and her sister wanted to know was where Kaguya from their world was hiding. Merely knowing that she was here meant nothing at all!
"Well, that'll take your own efforts. Maybe it's precisely because you're pursuing her so relentlessly that Eirin Yagokoro doesn't come here very often." Jiu Ming rubbed the poor, innocent Hairball in his grip and sighed. If she did not come often, then the odds of meeting her were slim. "Though, she did come twice a few days ago."
"...I would've felt better if you hadn't said that."
Watatsuki no Yorihime's eye twitched. She had come a few days ago—did that mean they had missed her yet again!?
As for coming here every day, that was hardly realistic. They had things of their own to do, and with the Lunarians' utterly insane sense of time, running over here every day would be about the same as someone going to the toilet every ten minutes... What, were they sick!?
"She doesn't seem to want to return to the Lunar Capital either. Why do you