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Post by Miya Asurito on Jan 16, 2018 5:23:53 GMT -5
"Not so refined is good, little one." Asurito says after noticing her reaction. "The not so refined people have all the fun in life. It's not like we are a millennium ago and we have to be constantly on alert in case we do or say something wrong. I mean sure... We are not savages or anything, but we can take a break from propriety and be ourselves more often than ever before." Of course, the fact that her proposal for cycling is accepted is not missed by the Miya. How could it be. "When do you want us to go? Today? Tomorrow? Just say the word and I will be there! I can teach you some tricks, as well. Of the not so refined type." She winks. "Make sure that you wear something you don't mind to tear apart. Preferably something tight."
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Post by Doji Reiha on Jan 16, 2018 6:18:05 GMT -5
"Hehe...", she laughs sheepishly.
Yeah, wait until you meet my mother. She's got nine tails. A millenium ago is like last week for her.
"Some... Something tight?" She glances over to the unpacked suitcase she shoved into the closet. It's filled with hoodies and baggy pants. And some formal kimono to appease her mother. Oh, and a hakama for swordpractice.
"Don't think I have something like that. And what exactly do you mean with tight? I think Mother would disapprove...."
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Post by Miya Asurito on Jan 16, 2018 8:13:20 GMT -5
The Miya shrugs. "Mine, as well, but she's not here to see me. A tight uniform is essential for security. And aerodynamics, but that's for those who cycle professionally. Security is for everyone, though. If you wear loose pants they might get stuck in the chain, the brakes, the wheels or kami knows where else... Stretch pants on the other hand will just get ripped. No fall, no harm."
She raises and walks to the closet. "I have like ten of them. You can borrow them whenever you want." She opens her closet. Indeed, she has quite a few sweating suits, stretched pants and T shirts, one kimono, two pairs of jeans and her school uniform. She picks a pair of pants and a T shirt, her newest ones, and throws it to Reiha while returning to sit at the bottom of the bed. "Here you can have these. And keep them if you want."
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Post by Doji Reiha on Jan 16, 2018 15:01:08 GMT -5
Reiha looks up at the Miya startled and can't help but swallow.
"Wow, this is very tight... People will be able to see, well, everything." She looks a bit uncertain, though the thought of seeing her roommate in such an outfit sends a shiver down her spine. Get a grip, girl!
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Post by Miya Asurito on Jan 16, 2018 17:43:02 GMT -5
She scratches her head. What does everything mean? They're black. And worn for sports. They are not even short. Reiha probably doesn't want them and is searching for an excuse. It doesn't really matter. Asurito never claimed to have a great sense of fashion, or any sense of fashion for that matter. All her clothes are similar to each other and kind of old. As far as shopping goes... she doesn't really believe in shopping, let's say.
The herald shrugs. "If you think so... If you change your mind, just open the closet and take anything you want. I'll just have to warn you that you will find no fancy pieces in there." The girl takes her cellphone out of her pocket. It's not even a smartphone. "I'll give you my number in case you need anything and you can text me when you decide when we are going cycling."
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Post by Doji Reiha on Jan 17, 2018 4:08:56 GMT -5
Reiha clutches her gift to her chest, momentarily off-balance and confused. Why wasn't the Miya insisting? Had her gift been insincere? Had she given offense somehow?
She should have been more formal! Mother would be sooo angry! This was a member of the Imperial Families! Why hadn't she gone for the classic 'I-can't-possibly-accept-this'! Perhaps it's not too late?
"I'm sorry? I can't possibly accept this?", she manages to produce in a little voice as she fumbles for her phone.
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Post by Miya Asurito on Jan 17, 2018 5:03:18 GMT -5
Idiot. That's what she is. AN IDIOT. Of course the Crane was going for a proper gift giving bullshit and now she has probably offended her. She has to fix this. As quickly and in the most formal way possible.
"It would bring great pleasure and honor me beyond any degree that you can possibly imagine, if you accepted this humble offering of mine. It is nothing more than an indication of how much I treasure the friendship that has already started bonding us." Quite a save! The herald grins. She might have even made her parents proud with her eloquent words, if they were here to listen to her. It doesn't really cross her mind that they are kind of... too much.
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Post by Doji Reiha on Jan 17, 2018 5:36:28 GMT -5
Is that sarcasm? She's really bad at detecting that, but, surely, that must be sarcasm, right? Reiha looks at the other girl with obvious hurt in her eyes, clearly not understanding why she would be so cruel to her.
"Why... why are you..." She probably did something very wrong! "I'm sorry, Miya-sempai..."
The Doji girl let's her head hang and is close to tears.
"You honor me too much, Miya-sempai..."
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Post by Miya Asurito on Jan 17, 2018 7:09:15 GMT -5
Is the Crane about to cry? Why? What? When? A million questions, but only one answer. Herself. She's a bad courter, an even worse herald and the worst human being in Ningen do. She's not sure why, but she definitely is. Asurito sniffs herself. She stinks like a badger that just got out of a muddy lake.
"I... I do, don't I?" She only says and lowers her head while tears start forming in her own eyes, too.
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Post by Doji Reiha on Jan 17, 2018 10:06:27 GMT -5
Wut? None of this is making any sense whatsoever to the young Doji.
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"N... No?" She blinks away her tears. "You... you were not mocking me? You actually want to give me these"
A confused Reiha hesitantly reaches out a hand to comfort the older Miya girl.
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