Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170708090045/@comment-28929139-20170709114353

Kideme listened to Zaiko and she nodded sagely to the bit of wisdom he offered. Because just like him, there had been plenty of decisions she had made that she could just wish away or let the effects of time erase it. "I understand."

But when he put her hand on his chest, she listened but she wasn't quite there. This was just...." Zaiko... I...I forgive you...but..." From there came him touching her neck, her jaw. Kideme's sense of anxiety fermented at an all time high and when she pulled to look at him, she practically could taste salt. She instinctively tried to pull back and when his face came toward hers, she pressed her middle and index fingers to his lips. "Don't make me say it, Zaiko. Princes don'-"

"Ms. Sagara!"

Tenku's deep voice rang out through the hallway, and Kideme looked up at the mantle clock. It was ten minutes till midnight.

"We'll have to work on mending things another time, your highness. Cinderella's curfew is here." Dropping her hands from his lips, Kideme slipped away from him and quickly pulled her kimono back on and tied her obi into a quick but tight know to secure it about her waist. She would motion toward the doorway, walking with him toward the entrance of the teahouse.