"Thank you! It's been a long, calm week for me. Just tending to the dojo!"

"It's delightful!"

Aoi lets a big, toothy grin slip out, briefly losing her composure with a giggle. This omurice is just too tasty to act all proper about.

"The best omurice I've ever eaten! Thank you so much for this treat." 🌸

Aoi goes back to her food, now trying to wipe the plate clean of it!

❝ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴀ-ᴊɪ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ!! ❞

🌸 ᴅᴏᴀ’s ᴋᴏᴋᴏʀᴏ
🌸 8+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʀᴘ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ
🌸 ᴅᴇs/ʟɪᴛ
🌸 ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs (ᴅᴍ’s ᴏɴʟʏ)
🌸 ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ
🌸 ᴅᴍ/ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ

#DOARP #MVRP

🔁 + ♡?

Aoi takes a long, quiet sniff of the air around her, enjoying the scent of the omurice presented to her. It's not long before she bites into a piece of the delicacy, picked up by chopsticks of bamboo.

"Mm...!" After spending a while savoring this food, she answers, "did you truly make it yourself?"

"Ah! Thank you many!"

Aoi answers with a grateful forward bow, then extends her open palms to take the plate.

— "Oh!!"

Aoi jumps in place, overwhelmed by the sheer bombast in Makoto's voice.

— "I was only bearing witness. Could you tell me what you're practicing?"

Aoi admires the rhythm of Makoto's strikes. She takes a close listen to the sound of large feet crashing against wood — worried for the girl's safety, but in awe of her perseverance.

💭 [ What art could this be...? This is new. ]

How ghastly! Experience isn't something to be chewed up and spat out.

"Good evening to one and all."

The taste of green tea
Soothes even the rowdiest
Women of the night.

— Thus writes Aoi on a parchment, soon to be wrapped and sealed with a thin strip of lace.

🌸