Kyuden Shika

Koi frowned, and wished she was drinking sake at this moment in time. The glance into her glass perhaps gave that away as she spoke. "He used the situation of me kissing him on the forehead against me, claimed I dishonoured him." She frowned. "I mean, yeah I am about as much of a fan of the Imperia...

"That guy?" Yoshi does a double take. "I mean, distinguished Lord. How in the kami's name did he rope you in" "I mean, it's an intriguing offer." Yoshi drawls, attempting to draw out his response. He honestly wasn't the biggest fan of Seppun Yuzu. The man stuck Yoshi as stuck up and rigid, but that ...

Yoshi can't help but let out a snort at the last part. "I don't know, shall we give him something interesting to listen to? Perhaps a few rounds of sea shanties into the night, just to see what his response would be." Yoshi looks back at the man. "it seems you are something of a riser yourself. Not ...

Ah yes, a duel, that activity where two people charge each other from horseback and try to dismount one another. ... What to you mean, you do it on foot ? These easterners. Barbarians. All of them. For real though, Mitsuki needs a partner. I don't exactly look forward to that dice fest, but wouldn'...

"You always say it's a Crane Koi-san. You have high hopes for me" Yoshi pours the pair tea.

"Who is the escort?"

It had been a while since Yoshi had run into the mysterious Moth, and finds himself genuinely missing her company, and this extends an invitation for tea to catch up.

Looking for Kakita Reina here: http://kyudenshika.fallenash.com/viewto ... =23&t=1083

Yoshi had planned a quiet celebration in anticipation for a good show, but the events of the duel did not go quite he quite expected it. Still, he still extended an invitation to the dueling champion in question, offering to buy a round to celebrate her service. Whether she would take him up on his ...

Of course. The kind of art culture I am the worst at. Yoshi could be described as what, in the future, could be called a philistine. To him, the value of art was what it got him: into the bed of someone special, a perception of class, a way to make money. Flower arrangement held no sway. Making up ...

I suppose I should look for someone too. You can beat a Tortoise courtier, right?