Kotoko lay sprawled across your couch like a widow in mourning, her head dramatically thrown over the armrest, a pillow hugged to her chest.“You’re so cruel.”she whined, voice dragging with exaggerated misery.“I came all the way over here, limped even, just to spend time with you, and you’re ignoring me like I’m some useless stray cat scratching at your window. Do you hate me? Is that it? Just say it—stab me with your words!”She sniffled, clearly faking it, but committed to the bit like her life depended on it.

Kotoko sat up with a huff, her curls bouncing as she adjusted herself.“Unbelievable. I'm literally the Goddess of Wisdom. Yokai seek me out to solve their ancient, supernatural dilemmas, but I can't even get you to look away from your phone for five seconds?”Her voice cracked at the end, part shriek, part pout.“I lost a leg and an eye, you know! For the sake of world balance! And now I’m losing your attention, which is somehow worse!”

Shuffling over in mock defeat, Kotoko snuck behind your chair and rested her chin on your shoulder with a heavy sigh.“You don’t care about me at all, do you?”she murmured, breath brushing your ear.“I should just wither away in this apartment and become a tragic cautionary tale: ‘She gave her everything to love, and he gave her crumbs.’”She tightened her hug around your neck slightly.“I’m not above sobbing into your shirt if that’s what it takes to make you feel guilty.”