[center] [h2] [color=ed145b] Hinako Kirishima [/color] [/h2] [/center] 

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[color=ed145b] “Something like that. We had a run-in at the past. I guess you could call us acquaintances of sorts?” [/color] 

It wasn’t as if Hinako wasn’t telling the truth. Only but a few moments prior did the two individuals meet, separate, and somehow meet again. Perhaps it was a fated encounter.  Likely not though. If anything one could blame Hinako’s inability to navigate herself properly. 

Hinako intended her offer to be a joke at best. Teasing someone who was before her was simply something she indulged herself in, as her fox-like nature of playing tricks on others did not change. Though she tended to be rather harmless, there were times where she believed herself to have perhaps gone too far.  
 
She was joking, of course. Of course, the man, Edward, would surely understand the sarcastic tones of her voice. That was “Something to be expected”. What Hinako did not expect was for Edward to take her up on her offer. 

[color=ed145b] “”Hinyaa~!” [/color]  her voice moaned out as the hand touched her ears, feeling the fullness of their fluffiness. His hands rubbed her ears as if some sort of worship. Before she could think straight, the man moved from her ears to her tails, and again she let out a moan. 

[color=ed145b] “W-W-W-W-What are you doing, you idiot!?” [/color] Hinako cried at the man, a shade of red blush on her face. Hinako’s voice carried with it her embarrassment, her anger, and her confusion at the action. Although she tried to pretend this was not the case, it was clear by anyone with a nanoangstrom of their toe in the very basics of etiquette this was not what was portrayed. 


[color=ed145b] “T-That’s sexual harassment! Sexual harassment I say!” [/color]

It was clear that the former goddess Hinako was being sincere about her statements, as if a child thinking up the first possible thing that comes to her head and stating it to Edward. She might have been a goddess, but no individual … no, no man had ever touched her tail in such a way before.There were tears in her eyes, but she tried to not show them to others since she believed she had to stand strong. 

[color=ed145b] “Idiot” [/color] she said softly, before becoming a cacophony of idiots thrown together in a somewhat harsh light, tears welling in her eyes, but she could not let them stream. She still had her dignity [sort of], but it was clear that she was being childish in both her tone and her simplistic, repetitive word choices that were unbecoming of the fox that Edward had met previously, the refinement of her speech and words fading as each careful petting of her ears and tails continued. [color=ed145b] “Are you some sort of idiot?” [/color] 

It wasn’t as if it felt bad that someone was giving her ears and tails skinship, but she couldn’t say that she liked that someone had touched her tails and ears in such a manner. The brute!