Certainly, Nonny-Mouse.
“Uta, fetch your boy,” Itori commands as she slouches over in front of the bar at Helter Skelter.
“Itori, you’re still hungover,” Uta warns her.
“I don’t care. Active – moving – that the cure.” Itori stumbles to her feet despite her screaming headache. “You and Ren are coming shopping with me.”
“If you make us stand around while you try out lingerie again…”
“That was years ago, Uta.” Itori snaps her fingers. “We’re going book shopping today. And, er, whatever else you want. Go get Renji.”
Uta returns half an hour later with Yomo, who is aggressively sipping coffee in preparation for whatever adventure Itori has devised. Wordless as always, he hands her a black coffee.
“You’re the best, you know that, Ren?” Itori gulps down the coffee. “Ooh, it burns.”
“It’s hot,” Yomo says.
“I know that! I like it scalding!” She swats his shoulder. “Let’s go!”
“You need a coat – it’s cold today,” Yomo tries.
“Don’t bother,” Uta says with a laugh. “This is gonna be fun.”
“Uh-huh.” Yomo raises an eyebrow as Itori drags them to the largest bookstore in the 20th ward. Few know it, but Itori has a hobby of reading dozens of history books and pointing out contradictions in them. Uta has transformed watching her rant about history into a sport.
And as they walk arm-in-arm, the three of them, lonely Uta and wild Itori and reserved Yomo, they all feel somehow like they belong.
Mercy and Magic 