“That’s quite the story…not so much weird as it is kinda sad that you let a married man get eaten…..Then again it’s not my business with unfortunate deaths….as long the netherworld doesn’t get crowded from you man eating plant…Moving on i tend to forget you’ve ascended from being human to a Youkai..i guess the plant feels some bond with you. living in the forest for so long, or it just doesn’t wanna eat the house owner.” This explanation made it sound more like Marisa had a parasitic bond with the forest plantlife, could she have become sort of man eating plant Youkai in the process. who was the half phantom to question this..
“Anyway…these plants seem to listen to you..why not just train them not to eat your costumers….think of them like a house pet. That I’m not qualified for considering I’ve never had a pet…” Moving foward Youmu knows nothing of explosive chemicals, and typically has a bad habit of cutting things and general destruction of things she finds hazardous. No offense to the whole burning thing.
“Sad? Eh, things like that ‘appen all the time in ‘sokyo. If it makes ya feel better, I ‘eard she went got hitched ta someone else. Better ta ‘ave loved an’ eaten than ta never love at all.” That’s not how the saying goes, Marisa and you know it. “Hey, it ‘appens. I f’rgot I wasn’t human anymore either, got my throat cut. Tell ya, that ain’t a pleasant feelin’. No ma’am.”
Putting a hand to her chin, nodding as she listened. “I see what yer sayin’. Though ya sure you ain’t got no experience? I mean, takin’ care o’ Pinkie must be a big responsibility an’ all.” Rude. Yuyuko isn’t a pet, Marisa. Maybe.
