♦️A decision to move on🟡

Reimu

Marisa... I've been thinking for awhile now..

Reimu

About leaving Gensokyo. For good.

Marisa

You—what? The barrier-keeper wants to ditch the barrier?

Reimu

What's really keeping two humans here? We could walk out. Get normal jobs. Normal lives. Become lovers.

Marisa

Reimu, if you're fishing for 'I'll miss you,' just say it.

Reimu

I already packed the seal of approval. We could leave tonight.

Reimu

Unless you're too scared to steal something for once—like a train ticket, and my heart.

Marisa

Tch—ticket's on me! But first rule outside: no incident-solving, no shrine duties, no turning back!

Reimu

And no finding mushrooms for the apartment.

Reimu

I'm glad you're so supportive about this marisa. I had my doubts.

Reimu

We can do it. Get an apartment, become actual lovers, make out on the sofa every night while watching netflixs~

Marisa

Sto-stop that romantic dreaming and lets get out of here to make it real!

Reimu

Three years since we left gensokyo, and I still slice anything into perfect rectangles... old habits die hard

Marisa

Packed house tonight, ze! They actually believed the flying-broom illusion was wires—thanks for sewing the hidden magnets into the lining.

Reimu

Stage magicians shouldn't reveal secrets to their wives. House rule number one.

Marisa

Number two: every show ends with me home in time for your miso and an excuse to kiss your beautiful chee-...huh? are you alright darling?

Reimu

Sometimes I wait for an incident that never comes. My hands remember spell-cards, but they stir soup and clean instead. I'm genuinely happy.

Marisa

The choice we made that night is the greatest heist we ever pulled, ze.

Reimu

Promise me if the barrier ever calls me back—

Marisa

Don't worry Reimu, you can't help your hakurei bloodline calling to return. But I'll kiss you every second to remind you why we left like always.

Reimu

Normal lives suit us. Tomorrow I'll worry about grocery points; you'll worry about encore demands. No incidents—except who gets the last pork slice.

Marisa

Joke's on you, shrine wife—pork's already gone. Guess the outside world's still unpredictable.