Soon, a small cottage was on the horizon. It was modest, not very large, but large enough to be a nice home. It seemed almost….fairytale-esque in a way, and Marisa only shook her head quietly, hoping Keine didn't see. Apparently, she did, as she let out a huff, unlocked the door, and stomped inside, Marisa shrugging, grinning, and following.
The inside was just as modest. A simple kitchen, a living room with a short bookshelf, a table, and some cushions in front of it, two bedrooms, and a small bathroom in between.
"You can take Mokou's room, she's not going to be here tonight, I imagine…." Keine sighed. Marisa raised an eyebrow.
"Oi, you got a relationship going with that immortal furnace?" She frowned.
"No….she's like a daughter to me, Kirisame. Besides, she's been marching around with that…black-haired tengu lately." Keine frowned, irritated already. Marisa quickly smiled again, probably in amusement, and sat down on a cushion.
"Whoo, as long as there's no Aya juice on my pillow, I'm good~"
"You are one hell of a sickening witch, you know?"
"Known it all my life, sensei." Marisa grinned, closed her eyes, and leaned back, slowly realizing that there is no back on a cushion and falling over, much to Keine's amusement. Keine walked over with two cups of tea, giggling to herself as Marisa rolled her eyes.
"Very funny…" Marisa pouted, blowing hair out of her face. "…And what's this? Tea? Real men drink coffee or sake! At all times! That's the lifeforce of our being, da ze!"
"…..Unfortunately, Kirisame, you're not a man. You're a lady. Ladies are proper and drink tea, and never, never, never drink sake."
"Woah, woah, woah. Wait a minute. You mean…..you never drink sake?"
"Never."
"Not even on holidays?"
"Holidays are for things like….hot chocolate….sodas on things like Shichi-go-san…"
"You've never had sake?"
"If I have to get something that'll get me in a state of intoxication, I drink wine."
"WINE? You're not high-class enough for that shit, ze!"
"EXCUSE ME?" Keine snapped, glaring straight into Marisa's eyes. "AT LEAST I HAVE MORE CLASS THAN YOU, YOU TASTELESS, UNSENSIBLE, IDIOTIC WITCH! YOU ARE NO JUDGE OF CLASS AND YOU SHOULD VERY WELL KNOW IT!"
Marisa blinked, raising her hands up. "Oi, sensei…..didn't know that'd set off a nerve…" Keine fumed quietly, then took out a roll of duct tape and began taping a square around Marisa's room, leading to the bathroom.
"That is your side of the house. You. Stay. There." Keine pushed Marisa into the square, Marisa blinking, but nodding quietly and smiling.
"Don't be surprised if you wake up with something drawn on your face in the morning." Marisa winked, holding up a marker. Keine dived for it, but Marisa stuck out her hand. "Ah-pa-pa. You're crossing the line, Kamishirasawa."
"THE LINE DOESN'T APPLY TO ME! I CAN GO OUT OF IT AND INTO IT AS I PLEASE, BUT YOU CANNOT."
"That's not fair, ze. I'd imagine considering you're a teacher you'd put more emphasis on fairness. How disappointing, you horrible role model. Bad Keine."
"…You are a pest and a bastard…"
"Oh, wow, you sweared! One step up on the maturity level! Yay for Keine~!" Marisa clapped her hands.
"….I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU'D JUST GO HOME ALREADY."
"Idea. How about we have a drinking contest to settle this, hm? I get overly shitfaced first, I'll leave. You get overly shitfaced first? I get to stay, at least for tonight…" Marisa smirked, her hands on her hips. Keine grumbled, but nodded quickly.
"Good. Been wanting to know what you were like drunk…" With that, Marisa walked off to go get some sake.