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[A thankfully uneventful day, and here Vietnam is taking a break after she has finished a whole bunch of paperwork that she brought along with her to the Citadel (just a bunch of trade agreements she had to re-read for a meeting the next day with Japan and other politicians). With all of that done, she can afford to take a break, and maybe a bit of a walk around the area. It's a nice, almost peaceful place, despite the situation that the Saniwa and swords find themselves in. Which is why she (and Japan and the rest of the family), find it comforting to come visit from time to time.

During her break, she decides that it's time she catches up with Yamabagiri. Locating him in his room, she knocks twice before entering.]

Yamanbagiri? I hope I am not interrupting?

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[On a peaceful day like today, Yamanbagiri found himself with no assigned duty for the day. He knows it's normal sometimes, as every swords have their chores rotated between them, depending on their abilities to do them. But when he have nothing to do, he would find himself on edge and left with his thoughts.

Until he heard knocking on the door, snapping out of his thoughts.]

Vietnam? ...No, you're not. You can come in.

[Whenever Vietnam enters, she would see a tidy room, sparsely decorated with personal trinkets. Sitting at a desk is Yamanbagiri with some papers and writing utensils.

Not that far from him, near the clothes drawer, is a mirror. It's something he have mixed feelings about, but Yamanbagiri haven't requested the saniwa to remove it. Yet.]

[It was probably a good thing she found him just in time too, walking into the tidy room and closing the door behind her. She looks around again, surprised there is a mirror there, actually. Does he use it at all?

Vietnam approaches--] I apologise for intruding either way, [--and walks over to see what he is up to.]

What were you doing?

[Sometimes, he does. But every time he do, he would see his face and think of his original. It's always complicated for him.

The papers are mostly blank, save for some crossed out words that's almost hard to read.]

...I'm not sure. I have no work today and I'm trying to think of something to do. [Which...lead to writing. Does he want to put down his thoughts? Write a report? Poetry worthy of Kasen's judgement? He looks up at her.] What brings you here today?

[Someday, he will accept that mirror. Though, she never would've expected to come so soon.

She looks over his shoulder, seeing what he has scribbled out. Seems like it as an unproductive day, actually.] It looks like it is a start. I find it hard to write something interesting or poetic. [She's not that type of girl. Despite her feminine behaviour, it seems her interests are what some may say: masculine. Well, everyone can enjoy television dramas though.

Clearing her throat, she then places her hand on his shoulder.] I just finished some work, so I was hoping for your company, i-if you are free, that is. We can do whatever you like.

[He looks up at her with a blink, before he nods.]

I am free at the moment. [Since he... can't write anything right now.] But I don't know what we can do, beside talking right now.

[Maybe have snacks? Go to the leisure rooms? Walk around the garden?]

[She brightens up when he says he's available, so slowly she wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaning over to do so. Though she is slightly embarrassed by this.]

I am pleased. If you do not know what you'd like to do, we can still stay and talk.

[It is a nice day to walk around the garden too, or anywhere really. Maybe she should've brought him some tea.]

[He gives her a smile, before he slowly wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her. His head is leaned forward a little, so he can look at Vietnam.]

At the moment, I don't mind if we sit down and talk for a while.

[Just having her company would keep him content.]

[Ah...he's cute. She's relaxing, so she rest her head to his by leaning down more, arms wrapping a little more firmly. Really, she's just happy that she could spend time with him. That and seeing him smile.]

Then let us do that. I regret having not brought you some tea, but I...ah...wanted to see you as soon as possible.

[IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING TO ADMIT but she will be honest.]

[It might be embarrassing for her to say, but he looks happy to hear it. Honesty is important for Yamanbagiri, even if he's...struggling with it sometimes.]

It's alright, we can always get tea later. And I'm happy that you want to see me.

[His hand trails down until it rests on her hip. He gaze down at her, seeing Vietnam looking happy and relaxed.]

[The happier he looks, the more she will say these shameless things just to make him happy. If it helps him in anyway!]

Mmm, we can. [Have it outside, perhaps! Another thing that brightens her up is how he said he is happy too. He's becoming more open with her, it's worth the wait.]

I am glad. After all I was still coming in during your spare time.

[His hand is a warm and familiar touch, and it's comforting. And the way he looks at her. His eyes are beautiful, so it's something she definitely got used to. And whenever she's relaxed, she's more able to be open with her own feelings. Why now, she is able to lightly place a kiss on his lips.

It's my free time, I can spend it however I wish.

[And if he spends it with Vietnam, no one can complain as long it doesn't interfere with anything. He smiles after receiving the kiss, before he leans forward and plant one on her forehead. A moment later, he rest his forehead against hers, looking at her eyes with his own, blue ones.]

You are right. Then I am honoured you are willing to share it with me.

[He really can be assertive when he wants to, and it's nice to hear, nice to feel, she beams happily when his lips touch her forehead before they settle down again.

His eyes, and she really could find herself staring into them in silence for a long time. Though seeing his expression does cause her cheeks to colour.

She doesn't mind either how he covers himself up with his blanket. If it made him feel comfortable, then what is she to say? Though, sometimes she would like to gently caress his hair, so it does pose a bit of a problem. Not unsolvable, as she slips one hand just past his hood so that she can tease his hair and scalp.]

[When he is certain about his desires, he will express it in words or actions. More so with his action, as he's not the most eloquent sword in the army.

He slightly lean against her hand, closing his eyes and feeling her fingers his his hair.. Although, depending on how much effort and movements she put into it, Vietnam might cause his hood to slide off by accident...]

[She doesn't need words, his actions truly are enough. Besides, he's more honest that way.

Seeing that he's enjoying her touch, she continues, massaging through his hair with her fingers. She's very careful not to knock the hood off, or at least she is trying to. But once she starts getting a little more focused on trying to get him to relax, her wrist bumps into the edge of the hood, and it looks like it's going to slide off.]

[He slowly opens his eyes when it feels like his hood is starting to slide off. He raise his right hand up, brushing against hers and grasp it. However, his hood completely slide off, exposing his hidden blond hair for Vietnam to see.

He lowers his hand to grasp his cloak, but Yamanbagiri didn't raise his hood back up. Yet.]

[His hair is lovely, as is his face, really. But he hides everything because he has no confidence. Often, she respects that, but at the moment, he's stalling.

She doesn't help him pull it up either, instead this helps her run her hand through all of his hair.]

[He closes his eyes again and let out a content sigh. His hand tensed for a moment, before he relaxes it and let go of his hood. Right now, he feels comfortable enough to leave his hood off.]

It's nice...

[It's definitely a step forward for him if he's letting go of his hood, relaxing instead. This relaxes her in turn, and gives her more confidence to run her fingers further through his hair.

That does leave a single hand to take one of his now free hands and hold it.]

[How soothing. When she take his free hand, he lightly rub his thumb against her hand. With his other hand, he raise it and pause, before he reaches out to caress Vietnam's cheek.]

[This is nice, letting herself take in the touch of his hand on hers, or his touch on her cheek. She leans her head into his palm, resting it just gentle, before turning slightly just to leave a kiss on his wrist.]

[It's really nice. It's fortunate that he's free right now, so he can be content to spend his time like this. Alone with Vietnam and sharing these small gestures.

Alone...

A thought graces his mind and he pauses. His eyes looks to the side, looking a bit shy and embarrassed by whatever he's thinking of.]

[The pause was enough, she could feel it. And then she turns her eyes to properly look at him, catching him just as he turns his head, watching his expression change.]

Is something the matter?

[He looks back at her, before he looks away.]

Nothing. It's just... a thought I just have. [A pause, should he say it to her?]

[She tilts her head now, trying to catch his gaze.]

A thought? Would you like to share it? [She's curious, but she's not sure yet if she should push.]

[He opens his mouth, as if to answer her. But he closes it and his blush deepens.]

... We're alone right now. So I was thinking if you don't mind if we... get more intimate?

[Please don't make him actually say it more bluntly than that.]

[She listens patiently and then just falls quiet.

Oh. Oh. No wonder he looks self conscious. It's bold for him, but she kind of likes that. He really doesn't put himself out there as much as he has the ability to, because of his own critical nature.

But if he's actually saying this...]

You are right. [Her hands now drift to rest on his chest as she pushes up on her toes.] How much more intimate do you want us to get?

[It's because of his critical nature that he went back and forth between hiding himself, and stepping forward to prove himself. But for something personal and intimate like this, where it includes another person's personal space and comfort, he hesitated.

Her hands are on his chest, and she would feel his breathing there.]

As far as possible, if you don't mind.

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