Ryutsuki

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Setsumi, curious now of where her husband went, peeked into their room, her head just barely through the screen. She noticed yellowed paper and scraps of old journals scattered about and frowned a little at the mess.

But she couldn't help to giggle at Ryutsuki's hunched-over form, over by one of the windows. His eyes were completely absorbed into one of Miyuki's newest scrolls - judging by the material it was made out of, at least.

"Sweets," Setsumi chuckled as she fully entered the room. "I know that you love her work, but...the books..." He didn't even lift his head at her voice. Although she supposed she couldn't blame him; the dragon could barely hear herself most of the time...

She had barely grazed one of his scrolls with her claws when Ryutsuki suddenly jumped and shouted in surprise. "Don't touch tha - oh! Aahh... It's just you, Setsumi," He sighed a bit in relief. "Do you need something...?" Her brow creased in slight annoyance.

"Alright! Alright! I'm cleaning them right now... Just this last chapter, okaaaay?" Setsumi shook her head with a small laugh. "You sound just like a little dragon,"