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Great Dojo
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Aiden on January 29, 2020, 12:14:27 AM ---Mira
What kind of dojo could you possibly run?!
She didn't say it, but the question was obvious on Mira's face. Mira's face soon gave way to embarrassment as Vanilla aggressively reached out to seize her hand like that. "That's a pretty bold claim, ya know..."
Her foot wiggled with inexperience and uncertainty.
--- End quote ---
Vanilla
"For somebody who wasn't me, sure. Because then it would be a lie." Vanilla leaned in for a kiss, heading straight for Mira's mouth. "I promise your night will be amazing, Mira~" She whispered as she approached.
Aiden:
Mira
At the last moment, despite being obviously captivated by the succubus' eyes, the martial artist managed to turn her head oh so slightly aside. Vanilla's lips landed on her cheek, but Mira's fingers squeezed the older woman's hand. "W-Well, we have a long way to go to night then, don't we?"
She looked like a tomato.
SINIB:
Vanilla
Vanilla's lips landed on Mira's cheek, and she could feel the fullness of her plump, red lips. When she pulled away, a red mark was left on her cheek. The demon licked her lips and just stared at her prey.
"Indeed we do. We should get some food to eat while we're here!"
Aiden:
Mira
Mira didn't notice the mark for all it stood out more once her flush receded a bit. She swallowed dryly at the unblinking intensity of Vanilla's attentions. "Right. Food. What do they have again...?"
She broke eye contact first to look down at the menu, and her eyes bugged out at the price tags next to various items. "There's so much of it. It costs so much." Her mouth moved a few times as she looked through it, skimming it faster than any human could have thanks to her perceptive abilities.
She didn't notice her own foot idly brushing against the demon's dress.
yinsukin:
Sethrol
7am Nexus Time
An old man sat in the center of an empty dojo. It was called "the dojo" but it was nothing but an empty field scarred by battle. Fallen trees, craters with holes, even bullets and destroyed tanks scattered the ground. Sitting in the center of the field a single old man stood, holding a cup of tea in his hand.
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