Ishiyo gives him a little glare, "I suppose it would be best foh the Otori to find a new home before you get you-eh insidious hands to work. But I am not convinced I am the one." She adds, "Dai-got-su-sa-ma."

Nozomi grinned and then closed her mouth, a bit embarrassed by her blatant display of joyfulness.

"Eh? Why should you be nervous?" she asked in a way that implied that he of all people shouldn't be nervous. She looked around too for any of his compatriots. "I assume, at least, all the other clans had a little meeting about 'how to find a spouse' here at the miai."

He wanted to kiss her she was being so helpful, and Shokomaru was absolutely certain his insidious hands would love to be involved in this entire process, but that was pushing things a bit far. Still. What is youth if not for dreams?

The bird warked again.

The chuui put his ear to the beak. "Ah, you don't say? Really?"

He held it out to her again.

"He says he wants to train with Inu-tai, riding the skies and stars. So, no. It's got to be you. It's regrettable, but I've given you another mouth to feed."

Wouldn't it be funny to be able to say that a few years from now? She'd hit me.

After passing along a sizable stack of tickets to his fellow clansman, Yasuki Nakaba strolls up to the shop to inspect the rewards for his successful conquest across the digital world. Well dressed in his pristine business vest, his glow-silk black tie glimmers with blue light matching the neon bright lights of the many flashing machines. A sweet sigh caught his attention beside him at the shop. Eyes widen at the sight of the most dangerous foe to a young crab in the galaxy. A dangerously attractive spider in distress.

His eyes dart back and forth towards the object of her desire. A cute fluffy plush. "No Nakaba don't do this you got in trouble last time. Remember your cousin shouting traitor?! Don't dooo eetttt." The thought rings within his mind but suddenly his arm carrying the stack of tickets begins to rise against his own will. "No don't DON'T Nakaba be strong your better than this!" he fights it back with all his will but ultimately fails.

With a sigh of his own, he offers his tickets to the spider to purchase the plushie. "Come on go ahead and take what you need. No strings attached." He says with a faint smile.

"Everyone has a favorite." she grinned.

It had been a wise choice to opt for something casual and light for her visit to the arcade. Wearing anything more or heavier would've been too hot and too bothersome to move in for some of these games... damn, she wanted to try that driving-game, but the line looked insanely long.

And of course, the one of the few fighter-jet simulator games were currently out of order. Though it looked like a knockoff of the Unicorn-game [i]Radiant Unicorn Attack II: Skies of Honor[/url].

Sighing, she popped the sour-apple flavored lolipop back into her mouth, trying to figure out what to do next.


(Open to be approached)

There was a few blinks as Nara turned slightly, looking at the man with a confused expression.

"Huh? You're...buying me a plushie?"

"I did. I beat it with Bayushi Kachiko. Her special is an effective screen clearer, the Silenced Sword of Aramoro, I believe?" He nodded as he spoke. "I do wish to play through it again, perhaps with Doji Hoturi. I heard he has an interesting B-costume, but that is only a rumor."

He didn't seem despondent that he had played it alone. "I have heard it is also more rewarding when played with friends."

Ishiyo narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line. She took the plushie...and almost hugged it right there, but instead just contented herself with letting it sit in the crook of her arm. "You need to work on you-eh jokes." Still she petted the little plushie as she looked at him. "Thank you for the gift." Despite her expression, the voice came out kinder then she meant. Which only made her blush again and grimace.

"We did, yeah." Yul said, spreading his arms.

He looked around. "But a pilot without a wingman is vulnerable to attack from behind. Someone could be closing in on my six, locking on..." He mimed gripping a stick, flipping a switch, pulling a trigger...

He smiled at her. "So that's why I'm nervous. Maybe I should ask you to cover my six, huh?"

He seemed pretty pleased with himself. This was going to be a good memory. He couldn't help be stare.

"Eh?" Nozomi stepped around him, eyes straight at his six, in a certain respect. She then looked back up and smiled.

"So it'd be bad if somebody went... pow," she said, complete with a finger gun.

"Really? The Kachiko player I had on my team never used it... a pity." It had been a poor matchup, it seemed. Did he say Doji Hoturi? She seemed to recall it had been Doji Hotaru... hmmm... maybe it was dialect-thing?

"Well, I would be happy to play it again with you, Daigotsu-san. Shall we line up for it? You can tell me about what your day has been like."

There certainly seemed to be a lot going on beneath that often furrowed brow. Tsugiharu wondered if there was a book that could tell one how to learn what that was.

"So...we didn't get to talk as much as I would have liked on our ride today. Perhaps I was a bit too cautious, but between the Otori getting riled with that pollen, and I just had a feeling that something worse was coming, I apologize for that. I think the ride was nearly as long as the visit."