Was… was this lady really picking her nose like that? And in the middle of conversation, too… Then again, Sanae had met people with much worse manners than this, so it didn’t bother her too much.
Gods, but she was looking at it, too—
"Uh, yes, we are!"
"We’re sort of… religious rivals, I guess, but she’s nice enough! For a youkai, anyhow.
"Who are you and how do you know her, by the way?"
Look, when a fine-ass booger comes out your nose looking vaguely like America’s beloved president Abraham Lincoln, of course you’re going to want to look at it for a while!… Though, Momiji’s own booger did not resemble that. How unfortunate, it only took shape of America’s own Zachary Taylor. A lesser known president, much lower on the popularity totem pole. With a defeated sigh the misfortune god flicks it away. It’s Mother Nature’s problem now.
Now she has the time to focus all her attention on this cute little frog girl… thing.
"M-Me? You want to know my name~?" Momiji the shy-girl look doesn’t fit well on you, you know.
"Momiji Binboda. I don’t really know her, she’s just kind of this annoying yapping dog so it’s not like I can ignore her…"
"Religious rivals?" Cliche. Yawn. Momiji immediately loses interest. "Are you into any sports?"