He even groaned, "Oh my God."
I quirked my brows. “How does it feel?”
“It’s warm but. . .the itching stopped instantly unless. . .I’m just imagining but. . .” His shoulders dropped. His face softened. He stopped scratching.
Zo kept spreading the mixture over the red patches. Satoshi's neck. His shoulders. His chest. Anywhere the bumps had appeared.
"Dear God. . .just put it everywhere," Satoshi shivered. "Put it all over the place."
Zo worked quickly, covering every inch of inflamed skin.
Then Satoshi reached for his belt. "I'm about to take my pants off."
"Oh. Hold up now." Nika raised her hand.
Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "That might be too much, Satoshi."
"No." I frowned. "Let him take his pants off. I’m sure he has on boxer briefs. Let his legs get relief too."
Yoichi looked amused. "But, definitely keep your boxer briefs on. This is already going to be an odd report to the Dragon. We don’t need to push this further."
“I can’t believe it’s working.” Satoshi unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants.
Zo kept applying the mixture to his legs, his calves, anywhere the bumps had spread.
Satoshi was sighing with relief. His whole body seemed to melt under the cooling touch of the remedy.
I smiled.
Grandma knew what she was talking about.
The door opened again, and three more servants stepped inside. Two of them had measuring tape in their hands. The third one was carrying something that looked like fabric swatches. Small squares of silk in different colors.
Hmmm. What are they here for?
The three looked at Rin.
Huh?
He nodded and gestured toward Deja.
Quickly, the servants walked over to where Deja was standing behind me. She had taken a break from braiding to watch Satoshi and Zo.
What the hell are these three going to Deja for?
Fast, one of the servants stepped forward with the measuring tape and measured the top of her head, just did a quick wrap around like they had the authority to do so.
Deja shoved at her.
I blinked. “Eh.”
"What the hell are y'all doing? Don’t touch my hair." Deja stepped back.
The servant inched away and then wrote something down on a notepad, he’d gotten out his pocket.
What the fuck?!
Then, like some ninja on a mission, the second servant slipped behind Deja with the tape and quickly measured her shoulders.
