[h3]Yuina Fujioka[/h3]
Why were they all messing around?  What were they even thinking?  How could anyone act so lightly when faced with the prospect of confronting an embodiment of pure, existential dread?  Then again, Yuina could barely pay much notice to what the others were doing, let alone whatever it was that obnoxious tanuki was blathering about.  She'd heard her mother mention him vaguely recently, and she didn't seem to have a high opinion of him.

...Oh, mother.  What would her mother think if she saw her like this?  Really, she'd rather face an army of ghosts, wraiths and spectres than dwell on [i]that[/i].  With this in mind, and hazy recollections of Makiko mentioning something about yakitori, she tried to swallow her fear...

...Which worked for almost ten seconds before she noticed, just for a moment, an eerie-looking girl staring out from one of the windows.

"...Waaaah no I can't do this Makiko don't make me do this!" She was on the verge of tears as she clung tightly to her friend, her knees trembling and her hair starting to get a little frizzy.  "H-how... How much yakitori...?"