He was there. Diabound-san was really leading her to where Bakura-san was waiting.
Inko lets out a little noise of surprise as she's lifted up, though her eyes sparkle with recognition and delight as she sees who it is:]
Bakura-san!
[She follows him quietly across the rooftops, consciously aware of how their hands are linked as they move.
A man...
Was holding her hand.
Oh, of course he was holding her hand! He was trying to make sure she was safe! What else was he supposed to do: carry her? Holding her hand made it easy to get to where she needed to go.
There wasn't anything strange about this! Just because a boy had never held her hand before and she'd never even been kissed didn't mean that there was anything...
Anything about this.
Goodness.
His home was lovely, too: tapestries, pillows, and lovely linens lying about, like something out of a movie. It was like she was in Aladdin's hideout.
...
Except this was real. This wasn't a fairy tale, and she really is in a land that she liked to read about as a child.
At Bakura's words, Inko scrunched her face, trying to understand--
Naturia piped up inside with a little rumble, translating the words for her.
She flushes with...frankly, a little pride. Maybe a little embarrassment.]
O-Oh...
[His translations have helped her learn some words, and quickly, she sent her intent to her Ka, asking for the right words to respond.
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Date: 2024-02-14 07:37 am (UTC)He was there. Diabound-san was really leading her to where Bakura-san was waiting.
Inko lets out a little noise of surprise as she's lifted up, though her eyes sparkle with recognition and delight as she sees who it is:]
Bakura-san!
[She follows him quietly across the rooftops, consciously aware of how their hands are linked as they move.
A man...
Was holding her hand.
Oh, of course he was holding her hand! He was trying to make sure she was safe! What else was he supposed to do: carry her? Holding her hand made it easy to get to where she needed to go.
There wasn't anything strange about this! Just because a boy had never held her hand before and she'd never even been kissed didn't mean that there was anything...
Anything about this.
Goodness.
His home was lovely, too: tapestries, pillows, and lovely linens lying about, like something out of a movie. It was like she was in Aladdin's hideout.
...
Except this was real. This wasn't a fairy tale, and she really is in a land that she liked to read about as a child.
At Bakura's words, Inko scrunched her face, trying to understand--
Naturia piped up inside with a little rumble, translating the words for her.
She flushes with...frankly, a little pride. Maybe a little embarrassment.]
O-Oh...
[His translations have helped her learn some words, and quickly, she sent her intent to her Ka, asking for the right words to respond.
After a moment, she gave him a 30 degree bow.]
/Thaank yeuw. It...difficult. But.../
[She pauses.]
/D-did my beeeest./