[Shinki are sturdy folk. It'll be more of a miracle if the car survives Irisviel's rough handling.
Irisviel giggles and adjusts the mirror, driving over a small pothole as her eyes leave the road. The car bumps, they bump in the seats, the car keeps rolling, all is well.]
No, I suppose not. I wonder if people think we're related?
[She smiles, a light joke more than anything. They're shinki; while someone could make the suggestion in passing, any concrete statement would turn them into ayakashi in a moment.]
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Irisviel giggles and adjusts the mirror, driving over a small pothole as her eyes leave the road. The car bumps, they bump in the seats, the car keeps rolling, all is well.]
No, I suppose not. I wonder if people think we're related?
[She smiles, a light joke more than anything. They're shinki; while someone could make the suggestion in passing, any concrete statement would turn them into ayakashi in a moment.]