She noticed Fuyu glowing red again, and the color in her cheeks became ever so slightly prominent. It was a constant thing now, more of a reaction to the girl sitting across from her than anything. She nodded to the girl sitting across from her. She had thought to ask something and then she decided against it for a moment. Perhaps it was too much to ask? Best to go for it, “I ah, actually I have something that I wanted to ask about. Is there a certain way of going about… you know, learning the way of a sage?” She tilted her head, “It would help to replenish my chakra in the heat of things, and I could do it in the breakroom on one of my shifts too.” She grinned, a little bit of a lopsided grin, it was unsure of itself, didn’t really feel like it belonged on her face, or that’s what Chiaki felt.
The gentle squeezes were nice, and she rubbed her thumb along where she was holding onto Fuyuko, it was soft and supple. She wondered, for a half moment, what kind of skin care the other kunoichi had.
Fuyuko then was startled by the waiter who came back with their food, and Chiaki imitated the girl as she brought her arm back, but instead of knocking over her silverware, she watched as Fuyuko had. Oh well, it wasn’t a big deal, really. She smiled to the waiter and said, “Thank you! It looks delicious.” The waiter asked if she needed new silverware and Chiaki tilted her head and thought a bit before shaking her head no, “It should be fine, they were wrapped in a napkin anyhow, so I am sure it’ll be fine.”
The waiter nodded and bustled off towards the kitchen as Fuyuko gathered her utensils. Chiaki relaxed a bit, spreading her legs and looked out over the crowd, wondering if there was some way to make it so that this would last a bit longer. She saw the man staring at her, the one from the other restaurant, a predatory look in his eyes.
The waiter returned with their drinks and she gulped, looking back to Fuyuko, who emerged as red as a beet, her eyes looking anywhere but at Chiaki herself.
Tilting her head, she looked at the other kunoichi, a bit confused. Opening her mouth to ask the question that was on her mind, she was interrupted by Fuyuko as the waiter wandered off to tend to other things.
Chiaki leaned in, her ear out to listen for Fuyuko’s voice over the dull roar of the growing crowd, her eyes squinting as she strained to hear what she said. Then Chiaki’s eyes went wide, she cleared her throat and made an effort to not jump back in embarrassment. Instead, she turned a deep dark red, the red of the wine in front of her as she sat back, her back now completely straight. She took her hand, wrapped it around her wineglass and made a show of sipping it nonchalantly all the while thinking about what she was going to say. There were a hundred different ways she could approach this, and she didn’t like any number of them.
Setting down her glass she looked into her lap, fidgeting and then looked back up, “H-how much d-did you see?” She wondered if Fuyuko had seen that she was indeed, having a good time, and wondered if indeed she had seen anything that had given that away. She had opened her legs, finally comfortable, but found them tightly crossed again, blushing from head to toe and thinking of a way to escape her eternal embarrassment.
The fact that the other kunoichi hadn’t run away or gotten up from the table in disgust was a good start, but how would she continue from there? Chiaki bit her lower lip and looked everywhere but at Fuyuko for a tense moment, before looking at the table, and forcing her eyes in a slow, fluid motion back up to the other girl’s face. What would her reaction be? She would face it head on. She had, after all, not meant to come this way, but… She was having such a good time. So many good, and bad, thoughts swam in front of Chiaki, like spirits. She wanted to wave them away, but the only thing that betrayed these thoughts was an uncertain look, the slight bite of her teeth on her bottom lip, and her face, red as a beet.
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