“Bleh!” Natumi burted out as she stuck her tongue out and widened her eyes. She threw up the victory sign and two rabbit ears appeared over Catherine’s head as she clicked the shutter.

“Seriously, Natsumi!” Catherine said, her face a mixture of a smile and grimace. Why, oh why, did Natsumi always feel the need to do this?

Catherine tapped the screen to bring up the selfie they had taken together. It was meant to commemorate, well, a dawning Tuesday morning, after a long night of patrolling the park looking for a god-knows-what — a yokai, yurei, or a corgi with devil horns.

Catherine made a face and gave her a side-eye glance. “We’ll do it again, and this time...” She ran her gloved hand down Natsumi’s back pressed tight against the curve of her body and gripped her rump and gave it a squeeze. Natsumi’s face contorted like a fish blowing a kiss and she released a gasp of air. Catherine pressed her closer until they were eyeball-to-widened-eyeball. She narrowed her eyes, and looked the several centimeters down at Natsumi’s eyes. She spoke with a deeper, huskier voice and whipped her with her words, “…no more faces.”

While Catherine disciplined her verbally, her other hand deftly operated the phone. Oh, she intended to keep the image, but it wasn’t worthy of a Pictogramme post.

Natsumi’s surprised face soured and her lips twisted into a frown. Brat, Catherine thought. Natsumi leaned snug against Catherine and slid up against her breast riding her dress up and making the leather creak and squeal. She stood on her tiptoes (in her ten centimeter heels) and huffed hot air from her nostrils at Catherine’s cheek.

Catherine’s eye fluttered from the gross air puffed at her and the annoyance of this short girl trying to lord herself over her. She eyed her camera and angled the phone higher above them and turned her head to three-quarters. “On three… smile,” she said. “One…”