[As soon as he speaks he regrets it. There's a look on that elderly youkai's face that spells trouble even before she arms herself with that fan, arm poised to strike at any moment: Kamui finds himself eyeing her apprehensively.
For good reason. Apparently.]
Ow!
[It doesn't hurt physically-- not that badly, anyways-- but there's really nothing more demoralizing on this or any other earth than getting whupped by an auntie. Kamui recoils, taken utterly aback. His knight in shining armor separates them right away, but he's still gingerly rubbing the top of his head where she'd smacked him. (Why is he the only one getting hit, by the way. Help.)]
O-obasan, please... there's no need for that... we'll just sell our wares elsewhere.
[He can see there's no winning with this woman. He gives Aerith an apologetic glance, but it can't be helped: the woman's expression seems to say, you're not selling your wares ANYWHERE, as long as she's got a say.]
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For good reason. Apparently.]
Ow!
[It doesn't hurt physically-- not that badly, anyways-- but there's really nothing more demoralizing on this or any other earth than getting whupped by an auntie. Kamui recoils, taken utterly aback. His knight in shining armor separates them right away, but he's still gingerly rubbing the top of his head where she'd smacked him. (Why is he the only one getting hit, by the way. Help.)]
O-obasan, please... there's no need for that... we'll just sell our wares elsewhere.
[He can see there's no winning with this woman. He gives Aerith an apologetic glance, but it can't be helped: the woman's expression seems to say, you're not selling your wares ANYWHERE, as long as she's got a say.]