Mikoto's frown turned into an outright scowl at the club president. "Even if you're a mediator between humans and youkai," he chided, "one shouldn't be so flippant about something like [i]calling spirits[/i]." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Imagine being dead for years-- decades or [i]centuries[/i], even-- and some teenagers call you up just because they can. Worst-case scenario: we accidentally summon a [i]kami[/i] that's been having a nice nap, and he gets pissed off by the fact that he was woken up by some meddling kids, even if they're youkai, [i]onmyoji[/i], and a shortstack arbitrator between the mortal and spiritual realms."

He cleared his throat. "I'm not saying we shouldn't go ahead and summon spirits to see what they know," Mikoto said. "I just think you shouldn't approach it in such a carefree manner, Suzuki-san." Mikoto glanced over the girl's shoulder at the oni. His lips twitched into a smile, if only for a brief second.

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