Ten stood up, wagging his tail in greeting as the familiar samurai approached. Inside, Moriko was stirring a pot of something on the tiny stove, her back to her guest. She was wearing black leggings and black equestrian boots, there were scuffs on the boots, places where they'd suffered knocked and scrapes, but they were otherwise in good repair and clean. Her leggings and shirt were brand new; the kimono-style top wrapped around her body, a slim obi about her waist and knotted casually on her right side. The knot was slightly askew, not sitting flat like it should. The fabric was floaty, a black pattern of flames over a yellow-and-orange background, a clearly Phoenix design; the wide, draping sleeves invoking the style of the traditional furisode.
Unlike Ryuu's pin-neat appearance, Moriko's hair was loose about her shoulders. The tumbled strands were not tangled, but refused to lie smoothly, swinging as she twirled around at his voice. "Ryuu-san!" she broke into a smile, her chocolate eyes bright, a little mascara darkened her eyelashes, but apart from that she wore no makeup. Blushing, she raised a hand, hiding behind her sleeve, "you look so handsome."
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