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“I don’t really get her.” Jumi answered bluntly, but not as an insult. She had not known either Mitsuko or Shinigami very long, Shinigami even less, and they had not had much personal talk of course. “I can’t say for sure what she thinks of me.” She could not say for sure what she thought of Shinigami either. She was reluctant to make assumptions about why the creature went off on her own. She was trusting Shinigami’s word, as long as she lived up to it, but was not sure how she thought. She began washing lower. Her stomach for now. Getting close. “You do need a lot of cleaning. Guess, we’ll see how fast she cleans.” They were

Mitsuko blinked, seeming to understand that a lot had happened since she had fainted, even if nothing exciting according to Jumi. She still found herself in a bath while Shinigami was casually washing herself. Did demons even take baths, normally? A question Mitsuko definitely could not answer with what little knowledge she had. The strangest was how Shinigami even seemed to enjoy it. Still, Mitsuko felt confused with what little information she was getting from Jumi. "She made a good suggestion...", she teased softly. She appeared to enjoy waking up to jumi taking care of her, wanting more of it too. Another part of what Mitsuko conside