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Snow Tart
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There’s only one thing to do, and that thing is sprinting down the hallway screaming for a servant.
You skid around a corner and slam directly into someone. Luckily, neither of you fall over, but there’s some awkward robe-grabbing as you both reorient yourselves.
You finally bring your eyes up to see who it is. Oh. Oh no.
“Hello, Minoru.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hell and shit and fuck. “Running late, are we?”
This is Noroi, one of the wards that came before you. He was sired by Rantaro, the third nakodo, in the 800s — but he didn’t end up being a successor, because… well. He just wasn’t a good match. Not everyone can be a matchmaker, based on... temperament, and… well, personal beliefs… and things with Noroi didn’t work out.
“I see you still can’t even dress yourself.” Because he’s not a successor, Noroi technically ranks lower than you, even though he’s a over a thousand years older — but he doesn’t act like it. “And on such an important day, too. What a shame.”
He lifts his sleeve to cover his mouth, but you can still see that he’s smirking, based on the way his eyes narrow. “What a shame,” he repeats. “For Naotaro-dono to be humiliated like this, in front of everyone.”
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