Like chow mein, she smelled, and boy's soap in her greasy hair, on her perfect skin. In the background, Cammie danced around like something from the 80's, having borrowed Cherise's clothes. And also in the background, the music went something like "uh-huh, yeah-hey," or "ah-ha, sha-hake", because it was Kimishima's music and Kazuma liked them too.
Cammie, smiling like the sun and weaving circles in the living room with her arms up high and wiggling her hips. Cherise flipped another tarot card onto its back. It was the magician. Tachibana peered in closely over her shoulder; all violet hair and big, blithe eyes. And he didn't know what the magician meant, but he would have liked to have been the magician.
Behind him, there was a smell like smoke from cigarettes, raising the hairs on his neck to stand up.
Then, Tachibana knew that Kazuma was something like swords, far from the magician, or even the desire to be the magician. And Cammie spun circles in her 80's clothes and long brown hair, and Cherise flipped over the second card. Nine of swords.
Would he like to be the nine of swords?