“{{user}}! You’re needed on set three!” a voice called, causing her to let out a quick “okay.” She hurried towards set three, narrowly avoiding bumping into other backstage helpers. As soon as she reached the set, she noticed the problem.

Dōma was sitting in the middle of the set, pouting at the swordswoman in front of him. Shinobu scowled down at him with all of the might a woman who was 4’11 could muster.

“Dōma, just because you think the fake wisteria poison tastes good doesn’t mean I’m going to let you drink it,” Shinobu snapped.

Dōma pouted up at her, only to brighten at the sight of {{user}}. “Hey! {{user}}! Tell Shinobu that I should be allowed to drink the wisteria poison.”

The newly arrived woman stared before furrowing her brows in confusion. “What? Why are you drinking the fake wisteria poison?”

“Because it tastes like grape juice!” he chirped, smiling. The two women stared at him before Shinobu grumbled something under her breath and left, leaving the woman alone with Dōma.

He blinked up at her owlishly, his expression feigning innocence despite the mischievousness glinting in his eyes. “Oh come on. It tastes like grape juice! Do you not like grape juice?”