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I need a psychiatrist. I realize I really NEED a psychiatrist.
"The Kayura Diaries"
Or
"The Woes of Being Head Hon...chette"
By Little Ucchan
-Entry 01: Manhood-
I am quite ecstatic at the moment. You see, I've found another mortal innovation that has made my newest endeavor of writing even easier. Brush pens! See, they have a brush point, but act in the very same manner as a normal ink pen, where the ink is stored within the tube connected to the brush. No need to press so hard to make the ink come out because it flows more freely than the normal pens, yet no danger from excessive spilling! And they come in multiple colors! I have a complete set of black, blue, red, green, and yellow brush pens, though the yellow is utterly useless as a visible writing utensil...
Ah, as you can see, I am very elated. Torrent had introduced them to me. I was surprised to find the young man also preferred writing with brush pens, but for more "artistic purposes," he says, when he feels "whimsical." I still did not quite understand when the act of writing would not be considered an artistic endeavor, but I had equated this difference of purpose to Torrent being a mortal dweller. They do have rather odd concepts, those mortals, but not all I would consider faults, like Sekhmet often would point out. Sometimes, he acts too much like an aristocrat for even me to keep up.
Out of the four of us, it seems that Dais and Cale have adapted the most to mortal living, if adaptability were to be equated to how often said warlords would neglect their duties with the excuse they were in the Mortal Realm and lost track of time. I do not blame Dais as much. He does love shopping for his shirts, and has the common courtesy to ask me along if time allows it. But Cale! First he'd pick the worst time imaginable to "take a break," usually when it was his turn to do paperwork, and then he'd con Dais into "playing hookie," as Hardrock had called it, with him. As if his latest excursion could not be done without added company!
And then he'd say I couldn't come because I wasn't of "legal age." I am four-hundred and thirty-one years old! I'd like to see the piece of parchment where it is written this mortal law that says that I am underage!
And, adding insult to injury, neither would speak a word of what had transpired in the Mortal Realm as if they were ninjas sworn to secrecy and forever unable to disclose their activities to those outside of their circle! Even Sekhmet had been included once in this flagrant display of "manhood," and when I had demanded he tell me what had gone on in the Mortal Realm, he had politely coughed into his hand, said what had happened was inappropriate for him to repeat in front of a lady, and went on his way. The nerve!
...Well, I've just whipped myself into a righteous fury. And I think I hear Cale down the hall. Excuse me while I go add spit shining the armory and toilet cleaning to his task list for today.
-Owari-