Gojyo woke up that morning to find himself being attacked by a ravening youkai. He didn't fight back.
He wondered later if maybe he should have, because after breakfast he was grabbed by the wrist and hauled across town into a building full of screaming children.
"Where do you find these places?" he asked, and automatically caught the guidebook that flew at his head.
He was only stopped from making a drum that would have gotten him killed by being bodily pushed into the room with the really big soap bubbles, where he laughed his ass off when his nemesis got one in the eye, and shortly thereafter found out why soap is not used as shampoo.
He couldn't beat the stupid computer games, and then he had to either dance to the dumbest music ever or stand there mulishly in front of his own giant multicolored silhouettes and look like an idiot. At least he had company for that.
"You are an unbelievable dork," he said, and all he got back was a brilliant smile he couldn't fight with.
He suspected an ulterior motive for the climbing wall. And that creepy-as-hell Hall of Dolls brought back a couple bad memories in the worst way, and he suspected an ulterior motive for that, too. And dammit, his hair got braided again. What was up with that? And there was nowhere to smoke. As in nowhere. And that 'please step onto the feet' thing outside got his height wrong three times. He sulked.
But the garish bandana he made got stolen as soon as it came off his loom, and was put on without hesitation. And he got to have ice cream before lunch.
"There's a museum with a lightening exhibit a couple towns ahead," he mentioned casually on the way back to the inn, flipping through the guidebook.
"Oh, really?" the youkai said, smiling. As if he didn't know. "I'll bring some ear plugs."
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