In retrospect, introducing Himawari to something that took such a dim view of anything that seemed likely to pose some danger to its 'master' as the luggage did had been a mistake. The reaction this got out of Watanuki left Doumeki particularly impressed - he'd never seen him invent so many new moves to the Dance Of Panic in one sitting before.
"Aaargh! No! Himawari-chan! What do you think you're doing you stupid lump of wood, you spit her back out this instant!"
For possibly the first time ever in its life, the luggage obliged. In fact, it looked a little queasy afterwards. Himawari landed back on the pavement, slightly dazed but otherwise unhurt.
"Himawari-chan!" cried Watanuki, tears of relief rolling down his cheeks. "You're alright, aren't you? It didn't hurt you, did it?"
Himawari blinked at him in good natured befuddlement. "I was inside something big and made of wood… and then I wasn't again. Did something just happen?"
Doumeki prodded the luggage cautiously with his toe. The lid sprang open again.
"That thing," Watanuki pointed accusingly at the luggage, "tried to eat you. But it's alright, because it spat you back out again. It's been doing this to things all morning! But it's not even mine, I swear!"
"There's someone's clean underwear in here." Doumeki reported.
"It's not mine either!"
Himawari got back to her feet. The luggage scuttled behind Doumeki. She smiled at it, pleasantly and cluelessly, which only confused it immensely. Smiles from the last thing that had scared it nearly that badly had had a lot more teeth.
Things went a lot smoother after that. Even when Doumeki sat on it later, the luggage remained on its best behaviour for the rest of the day.