It’s insight I really don’t want… It’s not my business who has… and it’s not like it’s a bad thing not to have done it yet…
[After all, she’d been a virgin herself until her marriage… sure sometimes she was startled by the discrepancy between what she saw and what she sensed, but-
Thankfully? for Nikolai, Konoha had been far too distracted herself with putting away her… would it be believable if she called it her shopping? If she said she’d just been running errands? Either way, it had been enough to spare him just a while yet something that Konoha normally might pick up on. She’s busy herself hoping that he hasn’t taken note of how sloppy the knot on her skirt was, her still slightly damp hair, or… actually, even she hasn’t noticed yet, but though she’d tried to wash afterwards it had been a hurried affair, and with her inability to reach certain things… a bit of a stain has begun to grow on the fabric draped over her rump, visible only when her tail flicks irritably and the ball of potpourri jingles along with it.
At least she can’t sense impure thoughts.]
I always said that if jinba were meant to fly we would have been born with wings… I hope I’m not jinxing anything…
[She really didn’t want to wake up with a… could emerald be anything with wings? A question for later. Instead, she bustles over with the trays, setting down one in front of him and one for her on the side of the table with no chair.]
Here… I’m sorry about the shirt, again… Thank you…
[This sort of thing was all she really had when it came to showing appreciation. This time, in the form of pheasant broiled hotpot style work leek and sweet potato, rice mixed with bamboo shoots, a few slices of various bran-pickled vegetables, and what seems to be mountain vegetation simmered in sesame. Very healthy!
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[After all, she’d been a virgin herself until her marriage… sure sometimes she was startled by the discrepancy between what she saw and what she sensed, but-
Thankfully? for Nikolai, Konoha had been far too distracted herself with putting away her… would it be believable if she called it her shopping? If she said she’d just been running errands? Either way, it had been enough to spare him just a while yet something that Konoha normally might pick up on. She’s busy herself hoping that he hasn’t taken note of how sloppy the knot on her skirt was, her still slightly damp hair, or… actually, even she hasn’t noticed yet, but though she’d tried to wash afterwards it had been a hurried affair, and with her inability to reach certain things… a bit of a stain has begun to grow on the fabric draped over her rump, visible only when her tail flicks irritably and the ball of potpourri jingles along with it.
At least she can’t sense impure thoughts.]
I always said that if jinba were meant to fly we would have been born with wings… I hope I’m not jinxing anything…
[She really didn’t want to wake up with a… could emerald be anything with wings? A question for later. Instead, she bustles over with the trays, setting down one in front of him and one for her on the side of the table with no chair.]
Here… I’m sorry about the shirt, again… Thank you…
[This sort of thing was all she really had when it came to showing appreciation. This time, in the form of pheasant broiled hotpot style work leek and sweet potato, rice mixed with bamboo shoots, a few slices of various bran-pickled vegetables, and what seems to be mountain vegetation simmered in sesame. Very healthy!
And on his tray is a fork.]