"No, it was [i]not[/i] like this when you got here." Yumeiko took a moment to get the proper leverage with her arms, careful of the [s]soft[/s] legs under her. "If you want me to cook for you, I'm going to need you to prepare the space," she found the proper leverage, and let her exertion punctuate her speech, "[b]properly[/b]."

The High Priestess pushed her body up from the blanket of [i]unwashed clothing[/i], taking a deep breath of the relatively fresh air as she did.

"I know I granted you this space, but this is still my shrine. Can we pick up, please?" Yumeiko looked out across the wasteland of rubbish and chaos. If it weren't for the partition, you might not be able to tell one space from the next.

Miyuki had been in Yumeiko's care for a long time; long enough that folks, and Yumeiko, had realized her longevity. The blond had expected some amount of decorum from her fellow, and yet here they were; covered in her dirty clothes.

"C'mon, then, up you go." She started to dig the black-furred fox from her fresh, used imprisonment, knowing she absolutely could [i]not[/i] introduce anyone to this unkempt mess of a yokai before she was cleaned up.