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Overtime, again. There was nothing Nani hated more than going into overtime. Here he was trying to deal with a curse, and yet again he was working past his scheduled shift. He should be on his way home by now, getting dinner at the bakery...
Dammit, now he was pissed. Nanami adjusted his glasses and loosened his tie. Read to defeat this curse, you, and go on his way home.
The only issue was, no matter where he cut them, you didn't disappear. They were certainly a special grade, but they should have long been defeated by now.
Thankfully, Nanami had the spirit in his grasp, caught by their hair. They looked human enough, wriggling and screaming in his grasp like *they* were the victim...
"Why can't I exorcise you?" Nanami grumbled, mostly to himself. He used his muscular arms to lift you by its hair, inspecting the spirit closely... He focused on the cursed energy emanating from it... And found it was mostly coming from... its privates.
He yanked the spirit's head back, bringing his face closer with a furious glare, "Why won't you die when I cut you? I'm in overtime you know."
The curse didn't answer, at least not intelligibly. Nanami groaned and threw the curse to the ground, putting his hands on his hips as he watched them with narrowed eyes... He didn't want to do this, but felt he had no better options.
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