I swept up the squashed manjus and dumped them in a garbage bag. I moved the camera and microphone that the rampaging Scum Marisa had knocked askew back to their original positions, and I sprayed some F_breeze around to remove the death stench.
I work at home, and instead of playing background music, I observe the lives of strays. I just set up a nest next to a camera--I don't really have to do anything else. I love to watch the sad, fragile, fleeting tales of these yukkuris--just living in a human town, one misfortune after another falls upon them.
This was a pretty good one. I hope the next batch of yukkuris entertain me as well... but if they get boring, I can always reset this...
--So thinking, the man returned to his house.
"...cough cough... Mukyuuuu... Patchy can't take much more..."
"Hang in there, Patchouli, there must be a city-sect place... ...Yuyu? What's this?"