


Shiba Nozomi wrote:Slender fingers push the bowl of ground ginger towards him. "I w-was com...help... k-kind of thing anyway...No b-bother."
1. Don't insult him
2. Don't let him puke on your feet


Agasha Qian-Fan wrote:His eyes lingered again on the Hida's retreating form.
Well, at least he didn't want to physically check like that Hida last year.
All on his own, Qian-Fan began to blush and buried his face in his book.
Hida Musasha wrote:"Not ta mention that they bunch up in yer crotch in the riggin'. Ya try ta adjust yerself an' they moppin' yer head off the deck plancks an' mailin' what's left home."
Shiba Naomi wrote:Agasha Qian-Fan wrote:His eyes lingered again on the Hida's retreating form.
Well, at least he didn't want to physically check like that Hida last year.
All on his own, Qian-Fan began to blush and buried his face in his book.
Hida Dundee?
Hida Musasha wrote:people will either get used to him or avoid him. Haha

Hida Sayuri wrote:Hida Musasha wrote:people will either get used to him or avoid him. Haha
Or get used to elbowing him in the ribs until he's too bruised to keep talking. *sage nod*
Iuchi Xiao Hua wrote:I wonder if this is reference to an earlier game where certain Crab wrestler checked the plumbing of a certain Crane shugenja.

He simply says, "a lass yer size would catch attention perfume er not. Take a blind ijiot not ta see ya. The armor helps keep the eyes on yer face, tho. Ain't much else ta keep 'em interested."

Moshi Kaimenko wrote:"Why, Kitsuki-san, you are confounding man of genius," for the second time that morning, the woman smiles. It didn't bode well for her students, "For that rather discerning question, you get to come up here and help me with my next demonstration."
Kaimenko gives a sharp whistle and one of the crew's on-lookers brings her a coil of rope. Her fingers drum on the railing, "Right, I'll need... let's see... you and you well," she cocks a finger at first Junpei and then Sayuri.

Shiba Nozomi wrote:Sudden images of Sayuri sliding over the dsurface of the water with one foot as rudder and Junpei roped to one wrist with his clothes all billowed out around him as a sail flit through her head. Her eyes widen for a split second.
That would be...
Shaking her head a little, she dismisses the thought. And hopes not to see it executed.

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