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[wenming]

[Here it is. A seemingly normal day at the Citadel, and Yuanji does what all girls her age does not do; walk down the hallways with piles of paperwork in hand. She thanks the swords who are helping clean up along the way, until she reaches a quiet room where she can put this all away.

Upon reaching this room, she looks outside to see a training session underway. Putting the paperwork away in a drawer, she heads out to watch. Do they have a supervisor? If not, she can help. Not that this was part of her expertise.

And look at that, even Jiroutachi was actually here, ready to train too. Did he take her instructions yesterday seriously?]

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[geishake]

[Does that mean he gets a day off now? Did he work hard enough?

Taking in the breathless sparring options, Jiroutachi takes a deep breath before putting the sword he was using into someone else's hand. He's going to take a break and swagger over to Yuanji. He picks up his vessel while he moving over, silently mourning the lack of sake. Taroutachi made him leave it behind, probably on Aruji's orders.

But when he wants in front of Yuanji, he shoots her a wide, comfortable smile.

And begins to peel off his shirt. Look, it is pretty warm.]

You won't mind if we take a five minute break, right~?

[wenming]

[A WHOLE DAY...that's pushing it. He'll have to swindle her.

But fine, he's worked hard enough now, she can let him have a break--...

...wait.]

A five minute break? Yes...I suppose you all can.

[Is he taking his shirt off. Is she staring. She's not staring okay.]

[geishake]

[It's a good thing Jiroutachi has perfected being a swindler centuries ago.

And yes, he is, in fact, taking his shirt off after getting permission for a brief respite. Jiroutachi pulls a face when he has to peel the cloth from his arms and chest, sweat making it sticky.]

Can you give me a hand with this, Aruji?

[Is that a wicked gleam in his eyes? Surely not.]

[wenming]

[God it's true. She's strong, and she can resist, but how much before he swindles everything out of her!!

And really, Jiroutachi? Really? Hot and sweaty? Oh she is so onto his game.

Unfortunately, what she thinks and how she feels doesn't quite match up. So as she gets up, trying her best to look like this is an IMPOSITION.]

Hmph, I thought you were more competent than this. [Ah that was a little mean, even she thought so herself--] But I suppose this is because you are tired. [There we go, much better.] All right, I'll help you just because you are having a break, but it is not something I will do often!

[And here it goes, she moves to help him slide his shirt off of him. If he really had to play this game though, then yes, she's going to do it slowly. She can play too.]

[geishake]

[That's Yuanji, alright. If Jiroutachi wasn't already so used to her harsh words and quick back-pedaling, he would maybe have felt hurt. As it stands, he knows she's just trying to deflect his attention elsewhere.

Unfortunately, Jiroutachi is having none of it.

He doesn't mind the slow movement, raising his arm this way or that way at her nudges and guidance, eyes not drifting from her face. She is pretty, would probably be prettier if she didn't look like a young girl being put under too much pressure. Maybe he can help her relax a little.

Once his arms are free, Jiroutachi sighs and stretches his arms above his head.]

Mhh! That feels better! [He blinks before laughing and reaching out to tuck Yuanji's hair behind her ears.] There! I can look at you properly now!

[wenming]

[It's a wonder anyone sticks around sometimes, after all, she was known among her superiors to be competent for being strict and harsh, unable to bend. Though she has noticed that she does bend to Jiroutachi's will every now and then. He bargains sharply (pun intended).

Like right now, while she's trying her best to make sure he doesn't notice how she is giving him attention. It does make it hard to look at him when his eyes are fixated on her face. Fortunately, having to help him from his shirt helps. Unfortunately, his muscles twitching as he moves does not help. Nor does having his whole just just out in the open.

Oh, she knows he knows that he's a gifted sword-man.]

I am glad that one of us is--... [Enjoying this, she was about to say, when she looks over at how his hand moves close, and then tucks her hair behind her ears. Her eyes widen for a moment before she tries to look away knowing full well that a bit of colour was reaching her cheeks. Curses.] You will waste your break time if you choose to use it to look at me.