[D6, Eve, Closed] Gazing at the Night Sky

"I will learn whatever you think I should," she says, holding gently. "Speaking of right now, I almost forgot about your gifts. But I would hate to disturb your perch on my lap. My, what a dilemma."

She giggles.

"And if I am spontaneously gaining tattoos, I would like one to be a crane with black feathers in flight. Beautiful, unique. I would need a new wardrobe to show it off, to tell the world of who claims me as her own." A quick kiss, that lingers a heartbeat, two, three, four, five beats too long. "Days. Weeks. Years. I have you. You have me. That, I suppose, is truth enough."

She lets the kiss come. She sees it coming, but allows herself no defenses. The Crane is free to take what she will. And the Unicorn is more than happy to give away any display of warmth and affection desired.

"Well, one of us has to reach for the gifts so we can play. And I do hope you like them." she comments, hands resting gently on the tiny Doji's waist. Playfully, she nibbles on the duelist's collarbone. Not a full bite, but just enough. "I've never been quite so proud of being in love before. I've always felt like I should have hidden them, or kept the whole relationship quiet. I've been wary of the idea of flaunting it, even when it was already obvious. With you, I want the world to know. To see."

"You don't have to. What the body doesn't speak, the soul shouts from the mountaintops," she says as she begins unwrapping the first of the two gifts. "Besides, I rather enjoy how you look now. Pale, milky. It makes me want to do things teenagers obsess about."

The contents are two cups, usable either for tea or coffee. One has the Doji mon at the bottom, the other Utaku, inlaid in gold dust. The cups themselves are made of shards of purple and powder blue ceramics, fused together with lacquer coated in powdered silver. Hisui presents them to Fuyuko silently, biting her lip a little. She isn't sure if they would be appreciated or if her mind had the right idea on going with something symbolic. The broken, mended and made whole again.

"I got this for both of us, really," she admits. "I hope you like them."

"I should make my interest in your flesh clearer for the future," she says. The grin is impish.

Any further thoughts are interrupted by the squeaking. Any reaction to that is further disrupted by the kiss. She barely has the sense to use her arms to keep the excited Crane balanced. On her lap. Not the most orthodox place to play the game of refusals, but definitely a place that actually made it feel like a game for Hisui.

Of course, she still has to actually play. She wasn't good at this. She just preferred to give a gift, have it be accepted, and move on. Still, Fuyuko was a proper Crane. Courtesy above all else. She would indulge that playfulness as she'd indulged so many other whims and interests. Because love sometimes asked that one step out of one's comfort zone.

"How can you not be worthy of yourself? I'm pretty sure that would make no sense even to a sage," she says. It is apparent that she is very much reaching, right from the get-go. "No, I must insist. These are as much me as they are you, and you are worthy of your wonderful, beautiful self."