*du du dudun~*
"Allo?" Kamui answers the phone. "Ah! Tohru, did you get the job?" She puts down her work and starts pacing around the room.
On the other side, the dragon sounds delighted. "Yes!"
Kamui can hear Tohru's tail swaying side to side in excitement. "So, how may I help you?"
"Well... Do you know what humans mean when they say guard the fort?" The dragons plays with the phone's cord, twirling it around her fingers.
"Kobayashi didn't tell you?" The spellblade wonders.
"She was late to her work. But she rode on my back." A (suspiciously lewd) giggle leaves the dragon's mouth.
'Alright.' "Well... As a maid, your duty is to answer the door when someone knocks on it or rings the doorbell." Kamui gets up on her chair, slowly spinning. "For example, the postman can deliver packages for Kobayashi. You just have to sign the tablet he presents to you and keep the package for her."
Tohru nods in determination, writings everything down word for word. "What about intruders?"
"You can scare them away." Kamui thinks. "But no killing or wounding the humans here."
"Is that all?" The dragon asks, content with her precise list of task.
Kamui hums as her spinning comes to a stop. "If someone knocks on the door, do not act aggressively. You don't have to be happy about it, but know that, as Kobayashi's maid, all of your actions will affect her reputation."
"I... understand..." Tohru writes it down reluctantly. "Thank you for the help!"
"No problem, anything else?" Kamui gets down from her perch without a sound.
Tohru keeps her notes in her pocket. "No, goodbye!"
*bip*
"Bye..." 'I don't really understand what is so exciting about being a maid.'
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"What is this?" A young man calls over Kobayashi's shoulder.
The brown haired woman looks back at him. "Ah, Takiya. I found this card next to my phone this morning."
He raises his eyebrows. "And how did it ended there?"
"That's the question." Kobayashi turns the card over for the 20th time as if something would suddenly appear on its back. 'Is this Tohru's doing?'
She sighs with a tired expression. "I'll call it later to see what it is."
"At least it doesn't look like a taxed number." Takiya focuses back on his programming. "Ah! I almost forgot, but can you take a look at this? Nothing seems to work."
Kobayashi puts the card down and leans back on her chair, the momentum carrying her next to her colleague. "Let's see..."
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"-0, 3, and 7." Kobayashi never thought that she would be calling an unknown number during her precious lunch break.
Then again, her encounter with the dragon maid now squatting at her flat feels like a fever dream too.
*click*
"Hello? Here is Jimini. Please state your name and species." An elderly answers her call.
"Uh... Kobayashi, human, I guess." She raises her eyebrows to no one in particular. 'Species?'
The man chuckles. "Ah! So you are the dragon charmer young Emiya told me about."
'Who is Emiya?' The programmer is confused. "You mean Tohru? I'm a woman, you know?"
"Dragons are not picky." The one she presumes to be an old man states. "They prefer to stay with their kin for these kinds of relationships, however."
Kobayashi hums. "Do you have something to do with Tohru's presence in this world?"
"No." Jimini answers curtly. "Young Emiya notified us of the presence of a dragon in this dimension. Our job is to make sure that her introduction to society goes as smoothly as possible. I believe that Emiya gave you our card in the case you need any help regarding other-worldlers."
Kobayashi sighs. "Good to know. But who is this Emiya you keep talking about?"
"Emiya is our current guardian." Jimini explains.
"In a spiritual way?" The brunette decides to take notes on a napkin.
Her interlocutor chuckles. "No. Out of us all, she is the strongest, by a far margin."
Her eyebrows shoot up. "Stronger than a dragon?"
"It is an unknown parameter, even to herself. We believe that she might be at their level but note that there is quite a big disparity in power levels in the draconic community." He calmly explains. "She did defeat three inquisitors at once yesterday."
Kobayashi pales as she connects the dots. "Am I in danger?"
"Do not worry, it would be foolish of them to attack the daughter of the Emperor of Demise. Inquisitors take a vow to not hurt humans from this world anyway." Jimini reassures her. "Emiya told me that she also left her number. Call her if Miss Tohru is unavailable to defend you."
Kobayashi turns the card around, eyeing the number messily written. "I got it."
"Perfect! We will send Emiya whenever we finalize Miss Tohru's paperwork. Have a nice day." *clack* Jimini chirps, ending the call.
'He must be busy.' Kobayashi sighs, pocketing her phone and napkin before looking at the time. 'Great, my break is over.' She laments with an empty stomach.
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Kamui could not be happier.
She has finally saved enough money for the speakers she has been eyeing for the past months.
'High sound quality is now mine.' She smirks like a cartoon villain, recalling the stares she received while carrying the speakers around. 'I should develop a soundproofing bounded field, the neighbors seemed quite distressed.' She guesses, not thinking that a girl of her stature carrying two heavy speakers as big as she is without showing any kind of exertion would be an alarming sight.
Involuntarily using her inhuman speed, Kamui skips to her room in the blink of an eye to retrieve her laptop.
She kneels next to the base of the speakers and...
It comes to her attention that she does not have the needed cable.
'Of course...' Sighing in defeat, Kamui goes back to her room and plops on her bed. 'It is too late now, I'll just wait for tomorrow.'
Staring at her phone screen, she cannot help but think about her situation.
More specifically, the various small difference that she has noted with her world. 'To think that Europe (the band) never existed in this world. Or Kimi Raikkonen for some obscure reason...' She frowns. 'And myself.'
She decides to stop thinking about it and starts to scroll through her seemingly endless list of mp3 files.
In her hand is a phone with a 512 Go microSD card of pure music, a part of it being (quite literally) other-worldly and/or futuristic.
Closing her eyes, she smiles as she recalls the rows of instruments displayed at the end of the street. 'Now that I am not in constant danger, maybe I can start learning to play music...'
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