Otaku
Folklore otaku.
That was Leviathan's first impression of one Miura Haru of Midori Middle. He raises an eyebrow at the furry beast costume that looms a little over him, the blank eyes and wide toothy grin pretty much pressing against his face. Yellow fuzz stick out awkwardly on the plump costume and the supposedly fake butcher knife glints under the sunlight.
"Are there any naughty children~?" she calls out in a singsong manner, her voice sounding a little lower from the area of the mouth. She waves the knife and hand bucket carelessly, nearly serving the tall man a painful blow of bucket to his right temple.
"Oi! Watch it, you brat!" Leviathan snarls at the Namahage that is standing in his way home from work. His forest green tie is slightly loosened from the summer heat and his on crisp black suit top is draped over his right shoulder. In all honesty, the twenty-five-year-old man wonders how the girl in the thick, furry costume is still standing.
"What's a man got to do just to get home peacefully after a shitty day of work?" He grumbles, scowling at the Japanese monster. He is tempted to whack that annoying grin off with his briefcase. "Get yourself a fucking pair of eyeballs that can actually see, you stupid piece of tempura!"
"Hahi! Namahage is not tempura!" The feminine voice jumps a couple of octaves indignantly. The big arms of the monster flail wildly as she continues to rant and reprimand the man for calling her beloved Namahage, "a piece of tempura". The bucket is swiped rapidly in Leviathan's direction and the man has no other choice than to avoid the oncoming bucket.
"Oi, stop it!"
Swing.
"Stop!" Swing.
"Fuc-!"
THWACK!
Definitely a folklore otaku.
Ehehehehe... Yep, haha! I chopped off a whole lot from my initial one shot because it just wasn't working out too well and it was turning mushy... I don't like mushy... XP Anyway, I hope you readers enjoyed this and please review! :D