A whole barrel of it ((Closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama))

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Kurama was sure that one of the reasons he didn't like gods and tended to try and stay away from them was because, for some inexplicable reason, they liked to use him as a little cat-toy. Bat him around a little here, let him think he's free for a minute, then start chewing on his head for a while.

It's starting to get old, and the string of his patience has been growing short. He was sick of working in the greenhouses, bored of staying in his office or his room, and not yet intrigued enough to start really exploring the castle. What he wanted now was to be around someone calming.

Kusuriyuri, of course, was the calmest person he knew. Kurama also adored spending time with him, so it was in search of the Medicine Peddler he went, first deciding to check his office.

He paused at the door and knocked politely, in case any students were in or Kusuriyuri was busy.

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Kusuriyuri rose from the low desk where his books and notes were laid out in neat disorder. He knew Kurama was at the door and he could have just called to him. Instead, he went, opened the door. "Okairi, shirogitsune," he said softly, stepping back a little so Kurama could enter. He knew there were things still troubling Kurama, things that the kitsune was still working through, that he was trying to avoid. But, he also knew the kitsune was working through them, slowly. He wouldn't push yet. "Would you care for some tea?"