'How 's my favorite little cousin doing, hmm? '

Shiki gets less than a second 's warning before she 's promptly swept off of her feet like a rag doll.

' At this point, she 's more resigned to this sort of manhandling than alarmed by it anymore, really.

'Good morning to you, too, Satoru-niichan, ' she says, voice muffled somewhere behind her own sleeve in this mess. The little girl makes a vague attempt to extricate herself 'an exercise in futility, as these things tend to be when it comes to the veritable force of nature that is Gojo Satoru.

Her cousin laughs breezily.

'Let 's go on a walk together, ' he grins. Shiki peers suspiciously upwards toward the bright expression. Satoru-niichan sounds as cheerful as always, but it 's almost a little '

too

cheerful, for someone who spent the past week mired knee-deep in various clan matters and dealing with the higher echelons. Shiki does not envy her cousin in the least.

And on that note '