Yukimura laid on the bed, sweat gathering on his brow as he fell into a heavy sleep, a twisted look of distress on his face.
((Oh! I almost forgot I had a plan~!))
Megohme had been having violent mood swings for the past couple of weeks, often being tended to by her replacement handmaidens, but when she became to much, Jin had to take over and accompany her. On that particular night, Megohime, was having a rather violent mood swing, and niether her handmaidens nor Jin could contain her. After having nearly completely trashing their bedroom, Megohime had locked herself outside on the balcony, sitting on the floor and rolling around an empty cup with her foot.