Kyuden Shika

He frowns, not wanting to ponder the possibility, but answers anyway, "I mean I reckon it depends on the magistrate... but it's not lookin' unlikely. If yer family was rich rich they might just take a fine but without that they'd wanna make an example." The frown deepens at the distasteful thought o...

"M'not..." is as much of an argument as he gets out before he lets it be quashed by the kiss.

He smiles back, "Well I don't reckon I see any difference so don't worry about that."

He looks puzzled, "Um... why'd ya think that? I fell in love with you this doesn't change who ya are. I mean I don't want it bein' what you do goin' forward but if I'm stakin' my honor on you not doin' so... well I know you'll protect me by not doin' so. So why would what happened in the past change...

He nods, "Well I reckon it best if we find you another path goin' forward since they'll know to be lookin' at you anyway... another plus of the izakaya. As for house arrest... if the house is movin' you're not really stayin' in one spot are ya?"

I should have come for breakfast, but dojo stuff. Had things been different, i might have hit you up for cooking advice, actually. Was it difficult to play Bo well when everything around him was drama? Honestly in a way he made it easier. I could just slap on blinders and ignore anything that happe...

He carefully folds her in his arms and holds her close, "It's ok... It's... well it's not ok but it is what it is." He pauses considering what to say, "Ummm so Asahina-sama is a magistrate and I reckon I picked up a little more than I thought I did. I think we can help you. You were young and im... ...

Bo takes a deep breath. Wording things carefully was not his strong suit but this was important so he had prepared and repeated it in preparation for this moment. "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He does his best to offer a smile then gestures to the papers again. "But som...

Bo lets her in. The big man's expression is hard to read - joy at seeing her, happiness at what could be, and sorrow at what stands in the way.

"Uh... come in... I think we need ta talk."

He gestures to a number of papers spread out in the room.

No immediate questions - just thanks for a great game even if you snuck some evil in at the end there