[MillietheWarrior]

Tsume scratches his head lightly. “Sure. I guess that’s why. But really, I think you should take her with you. She doesn’t get out much anymore. And she’s driving me more insane by just being around all the time.” He mutters the last bit under his breath, looking annoyed. “Anyway. Just drop by the bureau and pick her up. She’s already waiting for you.”

[MillietheWarrior]

Spirit makes a gagging sound, as if he can’t believe Tsume would make such a decision without actually informing him, but his face soon smoothes into an indifferent mask, one Nim is well aware that he plasters on when he’s upset over something. “Fine,” he agrees, his fingers dancing along the cross with the wolf head that hangs around his neck. “Then I’ll be on my way. May Holo the Wise bless you all!”

[MillietheWarrior]

The last part he spouts dramatically, his voice too loud to be considered appropriate and making Nim and Tsume wince. Nim watches as her brother proudly strides through the office door and the exam room, into the waiting room and past a confused looking Kami.

She turns and fixes Tsume with a look. “One day he’s going to get himself killed,” she sighs. “Let’s hope today isn’t the day.”