Mochijin Akihaba

@StyleInCrimson I'm sure... you won't have to try too hard. Mother's.. cooking is occasionally... questionable at best. Not bad... just... questionable.

@StyleInCrimson You can cook...? Ah... you told me that... I'd like.. to try your cooking, Yume.

@StyleInCrimson ...uh, I... <He demeanour faltered and it was obvious she wasn't expecting him to actually want to eat.> ....Italian..?

@StyleInCrimson <Her face feels unimaginably hot, and she grunts softly but doesn't shy away from his affection in the slightest.> ...Hungry..?

@StyleInCrimson You could... you're very right... mhnn... I'm never... ready. You're so sweet...

@StyleInCrimson Don't say such things... I wasn't ready... Yume, that isn't fair, not at all...

@StyleInCrimson Don't say that... you'll make it even worse... <She grunts and buries her face into his chest. Hugging him tightly.>

@StyleInCrimson You... do.... I am here... <She becomes silent but turns evidently pink in the face. Her hug growing a little bit tighter.>

@StyleInCrimson I've been training.... mother's wishes... i... apologize... For not... Stopping by to come see you.

@StyleInCrimson I'm not much.... entertainment... Really... <She wraps her arms about him in a loose embrace.> I've been... busy? ...you?

@StyleInCrimson ...? Yes?

Hnn...

You.... can call me whatever. I don't really...care.

...mochijin. A pleasure... < She leans back against the wall, crossing one prosthetic leg over the other.>

“And Mochi.” COUGH. /SAFE/.

....good.

.....

<Kicks open door.> .... pardon?

It's very annoying.... Really. @StyleInCrimson

Loud and annoying. Bustling... Always... Doing something or other. @StyleInCrimson