Soresu
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Kazumi simply smiled prettily in the reflexive response of her brother adding the cherry on top of the whole ordeal. Already her mind had formulated five scenarios and outcomes of this party. Allowing her gaze to slide toward her father, Yaichiro, she raised that up to six. The look in her gaze purely analytical for the briefest moment. Though having missed Tio's gesture to his new father, his youngest half-sibling seeming to regain her cheery and mildly mischievous expression upon turning back to him. 'Uwa...if Mom finds out.' the thought percolating in the back of her mind all of this while the lobster wriggled in Tio's grasp. Kazumi had long since given into her resolve of seeing all of this through and the lobsters seemed to be clacking their claws in agreement.
"Hou... seems more and more of the Clan is getting involved." observing as Kazue joined the merry band while offering her help with a slight turning of the head. If he'd pass her the expensive burden and likely s[ine tingling disapproval of their mother, Kazumi would bundle the living treasure up into something akin to the old money sacks criminals in ancient cartoons carried after robbing some bank blind. The smell of the crustaceans was a little too overpowering her discomfort evident in a slight twist in her expression. Though she wondered who'd prepare them. She had never made a true effort beyond preparing basic fair or as any survival situation required. It just wasn't her thing. "Have you decided who'll prepare your prize, Tio-niisan? We will likely not have a second chance like this again. Well. Maybe for an long while at any rate." Kazumi asked to the dull, soft sound of exoskeletal squirming from the crustaceans, and the subtle drip of water from the tank.
While Koyama had taken some heart from Yaichiro's supporting hand, the engineer had silently taken stock of just who chittered and chattered around her. Some she knew in passing, or by word of mouth from others working on the bridge and observing from afar. The Tokyo was a colossal ship, but even in its mammoth confines, you could find yourself coming across the same person multiple times. With Datenshi there and her sister, it was a sexual dumpster fire waiting to happen. Seemed she was already working the room a little much to Koyama's rolling of the eyes. Her mentor, the terrifying imp, the sugar monster, Chizuru of Samurai House would've likely thumped her on the head with a knuckle. Koyama wouldn't balk about this opportunity, she'd take it for what it was. Her head even throbbed where she imagined her teacher getting at her. This was opportunity. Social interaction, something she wasn't sure of herself in. Ask her to strip an aether generator apart, be asked what every part did, where it went, and how it worked with the greater whole and Koyama was your girl. And would even speak enthusiastically about the subject.
But raw, unfiltered interactions, nothing to hide behind? Still virgin territory. It would allow her to slowly learn to more thoroughly enjoy and appreciate personal, not work related conversation with others which was a bonus in her observations of the other high rankers flitting around the ship. Still, she knew none of them personally beyond the Taisa at her side, and the less than a friendship, and more passing acquaintance of Kazumi that allowed her a passing familiarity with the mix of people as high, or higher than her in rank or of local clan's noble blood both seeming to be intermingling within her presence. Finding herself nibbling on her lower lip, Koyama stopped, and looked up at the Taisa with a question behind her eyes and expression on her face. What do I do now? it seemed to say despite her earlier boost in confidence, motivation and resolve in accepting her situation.
"Hou... seems more and more of the Clan is getting involved." observing as Kazue joined the merry band while offering her help with a slight turning of the head. If he'd pass her the expensive burden and likely s[ine tingling disapproval of their mother, Kazumi would bundle the living treasure up into something akin to the old money sacks criminals in ancient cartoons carried after robbing some bank blind. The smell of the crustaceans was a little too overpowering her discomfort evident in a slight twist in her expression. Though she wondered who'd prepare them. She had never made a true effort beyond preparing basic fair or as any survival situation required. It just wasn't her thing. "Have you decided who'll prepare your prize, Tio-niisan? We will likely not have a second chance like this again. Well. Maybe for an long while at any rate." Kazumi asked to the dull, soft sound of exoskeletal squirming from the crustaceans, and the subtle drip of water from the tank.
While Koyama had taken some heart from Yaichiro's supporting hand, the engineer had silently taken stock of just who chittered and chattered around her. Some she knew in passing, or by word of mouth from others working on the bridge and observing from afar. The Tokyo was a colossal ship, but even in its mammoth confines, you could find yourself coming across the same person multiple times. With Datenshi there and her sister, it was a sexual dumpster fire waiting to happen. Seemed she was already working the room a little much to Koyama's rolling of the eyes. Her mentor, the terrifying imp, the sugar monster, Chizuru of Samurai House would've likely thumped her on the head with a knuckle. Koyama wouldn't balk about this opportunity, she'd take it for what it was. Her head even throbbed where she imagined her teacher getting at her. This was opportunity. Social interaction, something she wasn't sure of herself in. Ask her to strip an aether generator apart, be asked what every part did, where it went, and how it worked with the greater whole and Koyama was your girl. And would even speak enthusiastically about the subject.
But raw, unfiltered interactions, nothing to hide behind? Still virgin territory. It would allow her to slowly learn to more thoroughly enjoy and appreciate personal, not work related conversation with others which was a bonus in her observations of the other high rankers flitting around the ship. Still, she knew none of them personally beyond the Taisa at her side, and the less than a friendship, and more passing acquaintance of Kazumi that allowed her a passing familiarity with the mix of people as high, or higher than her in rank or of local clan's noble blood both seeming to be intermingling within her presence. Finding herself nibbling on her lower lip, Koyama stopped, and looked up at the Taisa with a question behind her eyes and expression on her face. What do I do now? it seemed to say despite her earlier boost in confidence, motivation and resolve in accepting her situation.
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