"Do I at least get a heads-up for where we're going"?

Momotaros huffed hard enough to hit the pitch of a growl and contemplated dumping the rest of his juice over Ryutaros to shut him up for the rest of the trip. They were currently stuck in a jam up the highway, and it didn't help that the younger Imagin got bored easily, which meant Momotaros was stuck having to listen to him first going on a very long lecture about the specifics of drawing and art supplies, and then another long hour listening to him whine.

How the hell Urataros and Kintaros put up with him was honestly something he wished he had right now.

"This jam will take two hours to clear at best", the bear Imagin replied, reaching over to give Ryutaros a gentle pat down the length of his nape. "Maybe you could sleep it off. After this, its still going to take hours before we reach the temple".

"Why're we even heading to that blasted temple anyways"? Momotaros asked, crossing his legs in annoyance. "Is it a temple even? It looks like some kind of cultish shrine you see in those dumb Dan Brown novels Draco Brat here likes to read".

"Oi"! Ryutaros protested, his ponytail flicking. "Dan Brown is the best author ever"!

"Cool your heels, Ryu-chan", Urataros reminded him before turning to Momotaros. "It used to be a shrine before it was turned into a temple sometime during the Showa Era. Later on, an airstrike in 1954 destroyed most of the temple but not the shrine, which surprised the locals. They believed it was a sign that God was still with them and left it alone, except on festivals where they would leave offerings at the gate".

"And why exactly are we heading there"? Momotaros asked, looking even more displeased after the explanation. "Sounds like a possession waiting to happen".

"You been watchin' The Conjuring lately, kid"? Kintaros asked him.

"It still happened in real life", Momotaros grumbled, one horn bent flat from tension. "I say I have a right to be scared".

"That ghost would probs run from your ugly mug before it even thinks about possessing us", Ryutaros snickered, earning him a glower from the Oni Imagin.

"Either way, Deneb asked us to meet him there, so we're heading to the shrine", Urataros added, then levelled a stern glare at Momotaros. "And Momo, for once, don't try anything dumb at the shrine. Its sacred ground, and that means a lot of others will be there as well, and if they don't like what they see, they'll sort it out themselves and it won't be pleasant".

Momotaros merely uttered a 'fine' and sunk back into his seat, a glare etched on his face as he looked out at the traffic before them, unheeding of the endless stream of prattle from Ryutaros. He hated every bit of this journey as much as its purpose. Something about Deneb was getting under his exoskeleton like bloodsucking mites and it was extremely annoying.