Playing Games [Day 2, ME]

[Kuni Koyuki]

With the permission, for what it was, Koyuki didn't pause or stop. With her eyes closed it came as far more of a surprise when the first touch was a gentle one at the top of her head by her hairline, just at the temple. From there Koyuki brought the pad of the lone finger back and brushed some of Hato's hair back. Taking a look at her once more she shifted her gaze downward, eyes narrowing. This close the subtle scent Koyuki was noticeable in the air but not so noticeable it was easy to place.

Next came the touch by her neck, at the fabric. Untidying it a fair amount it shifted against her somewhat uncomfortably. Moving to the sleeves, and lower, quick and clinical tugs at the other womans clothing to disturb it a little and have it come undone just he slightest bit but not so much as to unduly expose her. She worked diligently in this task with perfect attention to detail, until it seemed like she could do no more, and then it began again. This time, she reversed her action to tidy her up once again. Slowly working her way almost perfectly backwards from her original finishing point until she returned back to the fabric nearest her neck.

With one last touch, she played a bit with Hato's hair. Doing the same as she had done with the clothing, untidying and then tidying once more. Giving exactly the effect she desired, looking like someone tried to conceal an indiscretion to the best of their ability. When she was finished, she exhaled.

"I am done, Hato-san," and then without delay she turned from the woman and stood. Walking to the far side of the room and off into the small attached bathroom. There the light inside the room flicked on and Koyuki's back could be seen just through the doorframe from Hato's original position. Doing, as it appeared, the same exact thing to herself.

"You are free to leave as you see fit," she would call back, not turning away from her task.

[Hato]

That....had been terrifying.

Given that it was a Kuni, Hato had been expecting the touch of jade, or perhaps some sort of prayer...but that....

That opened the door wide on the memories that Hato had held shut very tightly for years now.

But on the plus side, the sweat on Hato's brow, and the hurried steps certainly gave credence to the lie that the Crab had unknowingly built on a rock of pain.

Hato took the satchel and exited the room as quickly as she could, not trusting her voice to speak...

/exit!!

[Kuni Koyuki]

When the door closed behind her, a held breath finally released. Leaning down onto the sink she looked ahead at herself in the mirror. Each hand occupying the opposing sides to give her support from the heavy weight that held in her shoulders. Staring hard into her own eyes she looked for a trace of something, anything.

Looking back at her, those eyes appeared as if they were dead, lifeless and cold. How pathetic.

/scene! [Thanks!]