"... Boo~" Miyuki pouted slightly as her [i]clever attempt at avoiding responsability for her own actions[/i] had [i][b]somehow[/b][/i] failed to convince the blonde owner of the Shrine-ship that this wasn't a mess of her own doing... She was sharp, this one! ... or Miyuki was just an idiot...

"Fine~ I'll... Clean up a bit..." Saying those words almost made her skin crawl and she had a distcint, and very noticeable, expression spread across her face that very clearly indicated that the thought of doing [i]actual[/i] chores was somehow the self-sacrifice of the century.

She did, of course, wait for the other fox to dig her out of the giant heap of garments that had fallen on them both, not seeming willing to lend a hand in the slightest. Once Yumeko had managed to free the pair though, Miyuki slid off her bed, stretched, yawned and looked around at the undeniable disaster that was her quarters.

Her eyes then returned at Yumeko. The latter actually being a slight bit shorter than Miyuki. Not by much, but still.

"Does the Goddess of the Shrine really have time to cook for a [i]guest[/ though, I wonder~?" Miyuki said, eyes half-closed, a slight smile - or was that a smirk - on her face. "Yumeko no Kami... Yes, I know that name... And know that face..." Of course she did, she'd been mooching off of the other girl's lands for an unspecified amount of time back when they were still terresttrial foxes.

... And now she was here...

... In [i][b]SPACE[/b][/i]...

... Not exactly the future the dark haired, voluptuous fox had envisioned for herself bakc when she was still planet-side.

"Ah, right..." She added, breaking her eye-contact with Yumeko and going back to slowly scanning the mess of a room they were in. "You already know it, but they call me Miyuki. Just Miyuki." Perhaps she had had a title or surname at one point, or a monicre or epithet of some kind. Who knows? If she did, she wasn't sharing, and nobody alive - at least on this vessel - would be very likely to know.

Adjusting her short, short, [i]short[/i] sleeping gown - which was lacey and black by the way - Miyuki started to slowly fold the pieces of clothes that had once amde up the leaning tower of garments. This time, seemingly collecting them in smaller, organized piles based on the garment's size and weight, rather than packing everything into a colossal pillar. So, at least she could be somewhat organized... When forced to... She... She didn't look to happy about ti though...