Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

We decided to try using the Bloodbathtub once more.

– If I rejuvenate a little more, it'll be much easier to accompany you, Mr. Roe Deer!

I accepted Braun's assertion.

The plushie might grow slightly larger... but once more should be fine. It's still the size of a regular keychain plushie.

However, Braun flatly refused the idea of conveniently using my blood as a bath additive.

– Good heavens! I must respectfully decline. There's so much bodily fluid from other sentient beings readily available, so why does my friend always resort to his own blood?

It seemed that the scare I gave him last time had left a lingering impression. 'Well, I wasn't planning to spill that much this time...'

Feeling slightly guilty, I agreed to find another way to procure the blood.

– Good, very good... Let's look for a suitable bath additive, Friend!

Alright.

Having something else to focus on amid the office politics was somewhat refreshing...

'This is already proving helpful.'