“Kitsunetsuki?” 

Hitomi rested her head in Hinata’s lap, the fine, flowing silks of the white robes draped around them, while Hinata stroked her younger sister’s hair. 

“Hmm,” Hinata murmured, her pearly gaze distant. “It seems ojō-sama has been behaving erratically and, apparently, is addicted to tofu and sweet rice.” 

“Onēsama, I like sweet rice.” 

Hinata smiled sweetly before touching the small button nose with her index finger. 

“Our mission is to capture the demon,” said the older sister, causing Hitomi to step back slightly to meet the older moon fox’s face. 

“It seems too easy, what will a Yako do in front of us?” 

“Don’t underestimate her, imōto.” 

“Alright, alright, onēsama.”