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Thinking of himself as Murikabushi felt deeply, powerfully weird. In all likelihood, this state of affairs wasn’t helped much by the fact that, following the whole gauntlet of getting his mirrorseal and purifying, he felt like he’d run seven consecutive marathons today. Right now, what he wanted most of all was to skulk home, take a shower, curl up in bed with Cersei, and just kind of stay there for the next few days.……

Probably no more than three days, all things considered. The three day mark was when Yuki would probably decide to have Opinions about him needing to get out of bed and be a person again, and possibly maybe bribing him into it with the promise of smooching Astarion Ancunín for the umpteen-dozenth time. (Their current main save on which to do so was Mirann, their Zariel Tiefling Oath of Vengeance Paladin Dark Urge. He was beautiful and pink, and he didn’t have to worry about anything remotely resembling purification unless they ever ******** up somehow and made an Oathbreaker out of him.)

All of that was, however, firmly in the territory of Future Reiki’s Thing To Deal With.

………Future Kiyoshi’s Thing To Deal With.

Present Murikabushi’s Thing To Deal With currently seemed to be feeling like an awkward third-wheel while letting Orah rest. Part of him—not a part that he always liked very much but definitely a part that he would indulge at certain points—wanted to hang around and rubberneck regardless of how awkward he felt about it. Something sure seemed to be going on between Blossom and Ida-hime-sama, and yes, gossiping about it was immature, but Muri wanted to know all the tea regardless because………sue him, Blossom and Ida seemed like they’d be cute together. If the sparks there were real, anyway, and not just Muri imagining nice things for other people because his own romantic life was such a disaster right now.

Standing up, Muri moved cautiously, afraid to risk making too much noise and waking Orah up. Part of him wanted to just slink off into the gorgeous, vividly colored trees of Ida the Asteroid, but he held up for a moment, motioning for Volterra and Illyria to follow him. “You guys don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he added gently, keeping his voice down because Orah desperately needed rest after doing two purifications at once. “But I’m gonna give them a little space for now.”

Volterra didn't want to stay sitting near the Princess who had un-Princess formed, or her boytoy, thank you very much, so ne stood and wandered off with Murikabushi and Ilyria. That would likely be less awkward than anything else. Ne didn't want to try to leave on nis own, either, because... Ne didn't want to go home alone. Not to a new home. Even though they'd already moved everything. Ne didn't want to walk back there without Murikabushi. Or even just sit in the park like a sitting duck, all alone.

Ne didn't really want to talk to Ilyria, either—the entire week had been so draining, let alone how awful the day itself was today. Ne desperately wanted to go home so ne could cry in peace and then pretend like ne never cried a day in nis life, like always.

Volterra simply shook nis head at Ilyria's question, just... not feeling comfortable. At all. But ne didn't want to be completely impolite, either—it just... all of it just... ne didn't know how ne was managing to cling to nis mask, right now, but ne was.