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[x] Go wake Sakuya
-[x] Maybe she can help Katy while you wake Remilia?
Something was supposed to happen early today, and now’s the last moment you can imagine as early for someone. If Remilia complains that it’s too early to wake her up, you’ll just say that her early is very subjective. Actually, you’re not sure that she’d listen to that...
But, then there’s Katy. She said she didn’t necessarily need your help, but didn’t really mean it. So, if you’re going to whatever Remilia wants to do with you, you’re going to have to ask someone else to help the maid. That someone would be Sakuya, which means that you’ll have to wake her up, too.
The air upstairs is a bit fresher than it was. A certain feel of stagnation is gone. It’s only a small change, so small that you didn’t notice it when you went downstairs still half-asleep, but it’s definitely something. Now, if this corridor had some art and was painted blue, it’d be something you’d like. Maybe you should ask if you could paint your own room blue and hang some paintings on the walls. Maybe you should stop daydreaming and just open the door with the sign saying “Izayoi” on it. That’s an odd name, now that you think about it, but- No, it’s time to wake her up, not to think about how odd her name is.
She’s sleeping peacefully. You listen to her even breathing for a while, not wanting to break her tranquil dream. She always seems so busy that it makes you feel bad for not being able to help her with anything. Yet one can’t sleep forever, and things need to be done, be it by her or you, and you have something else to do.
You call for her softly and quietly. She doesn’t wake up but moves a little.
This time your call is a little louder and is accompanied by the lightest tug.
Her eyes open. They lack their usual sharpness and seem very, very blue. Their sleepy gaze wanders around the room before finding you. All this just so she can close them again and take a deep breath while pushing herself to a sitting position. The blanket slumps off her chest, revealing breasts covered by a white lacy bra. She stays like that for a split-second before reaching up as high as possible and giving herself a nice, long stretch.
“Mmh.” Sakuya turns to you again. Blink, blink. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Is there something special you’d like to have for breakfast?”
You better leave her alone so she can dress, and it’s better do something for her if you’re going to ask a favour. Besides, just seeing her look confused like that makes it worth the effort.
She seems a little hesitant to ask for anything, but doesn’t remain silent.
“You... woke me up just so you could ask that? Well... A fried egg and a slice of toast. Don’t break the yolk.”
“All right, come to the kitchen in a moment. I’ll make that for you.”
You do something between a bow and a nod before leaving the room.
Keeping the pan from getting too hot proves problematic, but you manage to fry the egg without breaking the yolk. There’s no toaster, so you melt some butter on the pan and do your best to warm the bread with it. Your attempt is more or less successful, depending on personal preference. Hopefully Sakuya won’t mind toast with a little black on it... And hopefully she’ll come down soon; these won’t stay warm for long.
She does arrive in time. You do another nod/bow and point her to the place you prepared for her. The surprise has faded: Sakuya just nods back at you and sits down. Now, you’re not sure how to bring this up... Eh, better just get it out of the way...
“When you’re done, could you check if Katy need some help? She asked me to help but said she’ll be fine even if I couldn’t.”
“I was kind of expecting you to have something to ask, but yes, I’ll go have a look.”
She’s... eating. Your presence is probably annoying her otherwise silent moment and you have to wake Remilia. So, without another word, you leave the room.
You knock on the door just to be sure, but receive no answer. Entering, you sneak to her bed and sit at her feet. Compared to Sakuya, she’s small. And also a light sleeper, since she woke up just now. Her eyes have barely opened when she throws off the covers, revealing a light night-dress, and gets on her feet to stretch.
“Nnnnh. Is it that late?”
Her mouth opens wide, giving you a good look at her fangs, as she yawns.
“It’s around two in the afternoon.”
You’re quite sure that you did something wrong when she gives you that look and falls back on the bed.
“Let me sleep some more...”
“You yourself said that we’d have to do something early on today.”
“It can wait. I’m tired.” You’re glared at from under a pillow. “...All right.” She gets up again, yawns again and stretches again. Then she proceeds to searching something with her gaze, and opens her drawer when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for. The piece of clothing she takes from the drawer is something you’d recognize anywhere: it’s the one she sent you to get two nights back at the party, the one with a disturbingly low cut at the front and a bat-shaped hole at the back. You just sit there, stunned, as she puts her left foot into the piece of “clothing”, does the same with the right foot and then quickly hoists the underwear to below her dress. She’s going to wear that? Ahemhum...
“Hey, help me with this.”
Her usual dress falls on your lap as she sits next to you with her back turned towards you. The dress she was wearing until now falls on the bed next to you. Welp.
You’d say she’s between 13 and 16. Her hips have a bit of width, but her chest... well, her chest has something. Maybe the fact that she didn’t hand you a bra has something to do with it. So, uh, dress. It has a wide hole at the bottom and a narrow hole at the top. Clearly, her head is supposed to come out of the narrow part. The fact that she’s holding her arms upright supports this evidence. The hole in her underwear is certainly interesting. You can’t see the front part. But now, the dress. Kind of dropping it on her, she manages to get her hands to where they belong. Now to the hard part: her wings. She’s not really helping you with them so you have to be a bit more brutal than you’d like, but eventually it gets done and the dress falls into place. After that it’s just a question of a few buttons.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
Hard or not, it would’ve been easier if she hadn’t chosen that particular pair of panties, but you can’t say that. You remain silent as she grins.
“So, I guess we’re ready to go now. Where do you want to head to? The shrine, the village or the outside shop? Maybe even the mountain shrine? We wouldn’t get to be there for very long though, there’s something I have to do at the village before it gets late.”
 Where to?