Yakumo hadn't received a call from Koyuki herself, but the front desk would have let her know that a woman by Koyuki's name had come inquiring about her early that morning. Giving the instruction to inform her that she would be back around again later in the afternoon and if this wasn't to Yakumo's liking she could inform the Crab embassy and they would get in contact with her. A certainly odd situation, but any attempts to ask the woman herself over messaging services would be met with no reply. A mystery that extends all the way up to the moment in question when Yakumo receives a buzz at her door.

Standing tall and proud, Koyuki put on the good presence of a Crab in that hallway. While she always appeared so today had a little extra oomph like there was a slight slouch that she had always worn every other time she'd been seen that just wasn't that noticeable. Today though she stood at her full height and it was a sight to behold. A woman, a warrior, a Crab.

And someone who really really wanted to see Yakumo.

Yakumo had spent most of the day in her suite after last night's adventures, and after having been notified of Koyuki's arrival in the afternoon she had told the front desk to just let the Crab woman in - as she would be expected.

The buzz at the door made her look up from her work; notes and scribbles, ideas for new music. She took one last sip from her almost empty bubble tea and rose from the desk, crossing the distance and then opening the door to see Koyuki. "Heya, come on in," she greeted with a smile, making sure to step back to give her entry. The slight changes in Koyuki since she last saw her here were noted with interest, even a raised eyebrow too.

While the suite was air conditioned, having wisened up to the heat the day before, she had opted for something lighter, shorts, thigh-highs, a black tank-top underneath the low-cut green top. Black gloves that covered her hands and arms finished the look for her. "How... how are you feeling after last night?" she asked as she closed the door, recalling just how much of a beating Koyuki had taken.

Today, Koyuki was even electing to take up a new outfit for the occasion. At first glance she was dressed rather well considering the casual nature of the visit. A rather impressive assortment of layers considering Koyuki's rather typical simplicity, mixing with vest and a handful of accessories that knit it all together.

Walking into the room Koyuki's thumbs ride in her waist band near the front. Questioning bringing a slow to her step as she's not quite sure where to put herself, stepping out just past the foyer before she turns around to look back to Yakumo.

"Bruised, beaten. I am alive however, and still standing," she says, slipping her thumbs out of her waist and spreading her hands out to show off her physique being impeccably intact. With the amount of white she was wearing it was unlikely she had any open wounds left. Reading over Yakumo's features as she asks. Finding herself hiding her own concern a little, not feeling as entitled to it.

"You?"

Violet eyes shone with obvious impression at Koyuki's style of dress that day. Probably some of the more interesting attires she had seen her wear... sure, those nice dresses she had helped her put on for the formal parties were technicaly prettier, but this felt more like she was seeing Koyuki's actual personal style.

"I'm... fine. A bit sore and bruised from it all, but technically not a scratch on me. Thanks to you." She took a deep breath at that. "Thanks, really. Wow, that just sounds so cheap."

Each of the ways that came to her mind on how to respond, and none of them felt right. Each one felt like it was missing something crucial to make it feel like a valid reply. Somehow accepting a thanks became so very difficult. Yakumo meant so much to her that thanks didn't feel like something she'd earned. No, that wasn't it. Thanks wasn't something she needed or wanted for something like that. This was just her fulfilling herself to her fullest in the best way she knew how. Somehow every way she thought to phrase this to Yakumo made it sound like an attack for not being able to commit to her.

Approaching Yakumo, Koyuki would stand close enough to be in the other woman's space. Standing at a diagonal so that she might lean in and just hover near her, within her own space never more than three inches apart. Looking to her, if not meeting her eyes, with that presence of the feeling that remains. That love she had for her that she couldn't quash even if she tried her damnedest. In that personal space between them Koyuki's fingers would reach out away from her waist and seek out Yakumo's hand to hold.

Meeting only silence, Yakumo felt... uncertain. Should she say something else, or should she just be silent too? Sometimes it was hard to read the emotions, to pick up on all the clues. She felt she had a good read on Koyuki most of the time, but having realised she had misread and misunderstood her so much before, Yakumo wasn't sure just how good of a read she actually had.

Her hand met Koyuki's, gloved hands interlocking with eachother. "... You ok?" she asked, concern visible on her face.

Koyuki's other hand came up to grace Yakumo's jaw, a curled index set underneath to anchor her hand against her giving free range of motion for Koyuki's thumb. Brushing along gently across Yakumo's cheek Koyuki offers her the slightest of smiles made more evident by the red lipstick adorning her lips. Soft emotions, but careful emotions.

"Yea," she lies excellently, because it felt better that way. Instead of going on to speak, Koyuki just takes the moment while the initiative remains hers to look over Yakumo's expression, all her little details, with a longing that seemed difficult. Slight perceptive narrowing of her eyes as she commits all those little details to memory as best as she might. Making sure she doesn't miss a single one among the long and beautiful list of them.

"You're awfully short on words today," Yakumo remarked with a low chuckle, bringing her arms around Koyuki's waist with a gentle sway of both their bodies. Not that she wasn't used to her being less talkative, but it made her wonder what was on her mind today, and if there was something she wasn't picking up on.

"Something on your mind, or...?" her lips pressed together for a moment as violet eyes sized up Koyuki, searching for more external clues, "... something else?"

"Just focusing on you," she says, content with letting Yakumo lead her into that gentle sway. Eyes reading across Yakumo's lips, the little lines and details there. Lingering gaze, the hand not resting on Yakumo's jaw slides around behind her so that she might find control over the other woman's waist in turn. There was a warmth there, a filling up of the other woman so she could hold onto her even when she was eventually gone.

Right now though there was a kind of peace over her in this moment, alike a person who knew their rope was at it's end. Koyuki's wasn't, but a part of her was. A part of her that she rather liked, and so she held onto this moment. For however long it lasted.

"I had a few ideas on my mind when I planned to come over, but this is nice," she says, the slight touch of a smile not quite budding. "I like this little swaying thing."

Yakumo giggled softly, hands linking together behind Koyuki as she kept the light sway a bit longer. "I'm an expert at swaying, I'll have you know. My absolute killer move on stage." She wasn't like the Usagi Drop-boys who did crazy dancing or highly complex choreography on stage, as a Yakumo concert focused much more on the music than the stunts on stage.

Also would wear herself out completely if she tried to keep up like that.

"But now I'm curious what ideas you had in mind, as you seemed to have very specific thoughts in mind today. Leaving messages through the front desk and avoiding my calls... hmmm I'd almost think you're plotting something?"

"All sorts," she says with the touch of a teasing danger to her smile. Thumb brushing Yakumo's cheek lowers. Hand once resting on her jaw now slides back and opens up, cupping the back of her head in a supportive position near the top of her neck. Gently swaying with the soft little dance.

"But not why I didn't answer. Shattered my communicator last night. It'll get replaced soon enough. No minding that though," she says with the tease returning a little. Shifting, slightly, away from Yakumo's lead into claiming it for her own as Koyuki keeps to the energy that Yakumo introduced for their little dance. "Any guesses as to what I've been planning for today?"

"Oh, I didnt know... did that happen during the fight?" she asked with some concern. Koyuki had taken quite some heavy hits during the fight, so if anything she had on her had shattered that made sense.

Yakumo tilted her head to the side a little, studying Koyuki some more from that new angle while her hands gently stroked her lower back. "Hmm... you have dressed up nicely. Planning on taking me out somewhere, perhaps?"

"No. Spoke with Moriko, didn't go there. Just called. Got angry," she rattles off the explanation with that shortness to each of the words. Koyuki never was the woman who seemed to find herself with a passionate anger, and so this certainly would strike as off and different to Yakumo. However, Koyuki was not quite wanting to delve into it as a topic, and yet still finding herself compelled to share with Yakumo against perhaps some of her deeper desires to close off more from her. That coming pain of her leaving felt too close for comfort. Exhaling long and slow, she lets those worries go. Closing her eyes and simply focusing on the gentle stroking of her lower back, letting the sensation take her.

"And, no," she says, with the soft tease of that dangerous looking smile creeping onto her expression. "I don't like to share. I dressed up nicely for you with every intent of getting you to stay with me here as long as you'll let me," she says, a casual glance around the room. "I'm sure there are a whole lot of interesting things I can think of to help you be willing to pass the time?" she asks, that lead in her tone as Koyuki looks back and meets Yakumo's eye. A slight raise to her brow accompanying to give that extra suggestion of all she meant.