>This has got to be, without a doubt, the very first pillow fight we've ever been a part of in any way, other than possibly as a witness. How did that happen?
>No matter. No one goes upside our head and gets away with it. Wade in and give the yamabiko what for.
>It's been a lot of years since you did anything like this and it should as hell wasn't something you'd expected when you got here tonight, but for at least this moment, you aren't letting yourself worry about all the problems that are waiting for you; if you wanted to find an excuse, maybe you could just blame the sake.
>But no matter to how you arrived here, you aren't about to let Kyouko get one over on a professional. You fight back in earnest, buffeting the giggling yamabiko with her own pillow and barely giving her time for a counterattack, though she
does try. You evade some with a deft roll or a counterswing of your own weapon, though the closed quarters force you to accept a few of the fluffy impacts across head and torso and ears. You're not sure Kyouko stops laughing even once, to the point that she's nearly gasping for breath between assaults after a while - not that it slows her down much. It is... surprisingly enjoyable, in an odd way.
>You hear a rattling sound from the direction of the main room.
>Kyouko's ears perk up - at least the one of them not currently mashed against the blankets. "The kettle!"