Nakahama

"Sorry," Kisha says. "It's been a busy couple of days. And it's still strange to me.

"But you're right, you've said it, and you've acted on it."

The Miya's hand moves to search for the Bayushi's own.

"Like I said, I'm still new to this. I mean, you were my first kiss. Are. And my second. And ...

"So I didn't drop it, then?" Kisha asks.

Then, "Wait, heated? I thought you were having a lot more effect on me than I you. I mean, again, look at you! You're pretty--beautiful, really, and I'm, well, just me. And you know how to do things, and, and..."

Kisha trails off.

"I mean, everything was ...

“Yes, fun. I'm having that, but it's time to go. Good night, Governor sama. Yasuki sama. Miya san. I must take my leave. Urgent matters of botanical concern call me. My cactus requires immediate watering."


Kisha is caught mid-sip.

"Oh, of course!" she says as soon as she can, and bobs a bow ...

Kisha kisses the fingers that brush her lips, then reaches up to guide Senshuken's palm to her cheek. She holds it there as she leans back, bracing herself on the other elbow as she reclines.

"I suppose there are advantages to being small," she allows. "I don't feel so cramped aboard ship, for one ...

"For music?" Kisha says. "Something low and slow, I think.

"For a lighter? No," she continues. But a box of matches emerges from her pouch. "Better flavor with these," she says, and offers them over.

"And for the record, I think you look plenty cool, even when I'm not looking down. But that's nice ...

Kisha, for her part, finds her attention wholly on the coffee.

Already, it and the water seem to be helping.

Kisha gives a little whoop as she is swept off of her feet, literally, and her small frame moved about at someone else's will. Held aloft, she kisses Senshuken again, perhaps doing a little better this time than last.

After a few moments, she will break the kiss and puff out "I'm not sure how, but ...

Senshu gives her own unopened bottle of water to the woman.

"I'll call a cab for Soshi san and we could mingle?" Her eyes go to the Governor again even if it for a short moment.

"Are you looking to speak to someone specifically? For those couple of other things?"


"Thanks," Kisha says, and she ...

Kisha pulls Senshuken closer to her. Or, rather, she gives a tug and hopes the Bayushi will move so that she can wrap at least one arm around her.

"Was that what I was doing?" Kisha asks. "Treating you like an experiment? I didn't mean to, if I was. And I really am glad to be here with you."

The ...

"I guess I know what you were thinking last night," Kisha says, and her fingers tighten just a bit on Senshuken's own. "But I still don't understand how you think this is dirty thoughts."

She looks around at what's on display. "But you've gone to so much trouble for me, Sen-san. What if I'd said ...

an immodest proposal


Kisha levers herself up, not entirely steadily.

"Maybe...maybe that would be good," she says. "I could use some sleep, maybe, but I've got to get to a couple of other things. So maybe another water," she adds, looking at a server. "And a coffee if you've got one."

Kisha dismounts the bike with surprising grace. It's lower than even a pony, after all, and Kisha's long accustomed to that kind of a ride. But she does rest a hand in Senshuken's as she does it, a light touch rather than a reliant lean.

Stripping the helmet off, she says "Oh, this is fine and more ...

Bayushi Senshuken wrote: Tue Dec 09, 2025 11:44 am Kisha's no Anne Bancroft, to be fair

Kisha sways and blushes. She giggles.

"Gotta start somewhere, though, right?"

She giggles again.

"I'm glad," Kisha says, and she presses herself against Senshuken's back, arms wrapping tightly around the other woman's waist. She's ridden tandem before, so it's a familiar enough thing to do, but she relaxes into it more now than before.

"I like you, too, Bayushi Senshuken," she says, although ...

dirty thoughts and you know it


Kisha accepts the pouch with an exaggerated nod.

"It's 'Ms.' or 'Miss,' you know," she says, a slight slur in the words. "But, yeah, I'm drunk. Again. Still?"

She looks at Senshuken, and there's something like a leer on her face as she adds, "What're you gonna ...

Kisha meets Senshuken's gaze with her own.

"I'm glad I'm not wrong," she says, and she slides closer to Senshuken on the bike. "And I hope you'll be patient with me," she adds. "I haven't done a lot of this. Any of it, really, before the fields."

She shifts again, and the bike wobbles. But even ...

lewd?
tapped out

"Yeah, maybe a cab--wait?" Kisha's head snaps up and around, and she squints a little at the Bayushi. "What dirty thoughts?"

She hiccups, then looks at the pouch. "Yeah, it's mine," the Miya says. "Maybe I am drunk."

She extends her hand for the pouch.

"I...have no idea," Kisha says. "I think I told you that I haven't really...done anything like this before. All I have is what people say about it, but I know enough to know that a lot of things are...exaggerated?

"But I do know you made me feel things I hadn't before. Good things. Am I wrong for ...

"Well," Kisha says, "after our time in the field, and after the temple, and after the way you looked at me on the beach today, I had a feeling something would happen. That, and a friend, a couple of friends, suggested I should take something for myself.

"I didn't know you'd pick me up," she ...

"What do you mean?" Kisha asks, sincerely confused by the question. "I really did have more to drink than was good for me. Soshi-san having her time of things was a reminder of it."