The morning dew had begun to fade, but Aiko spent every minute since she woke up admiring it. Sure, she could have easily afforded an inn overnight... But she had fallen in love with the view of the moon through the leaves. The lunar glow was filtered through the foliage, most noticeable through a 'natural window' in the branches. That morning, when the sun blasted directly against Aiko's eyelids, she was kicked awake. The girl nearly fell out of the tree from the surprise, but she had managed to spend just another couple of hours enjoying the day. The night before had been a rather loud one, but she had yet to taste any of the game's alcohol since the Apocalypse. She had to keep herself disciplined especially now. She took a deep breath of air before hearing some kind of awkward, stop-and-go conversation below her. Her tail uncurled from around her waist and hung limply from the limb she was resting on as her ears perked up, her gaze moving to the ground. "What the hell is going on down there...?" A samurai named Kosuke was having a rather awkward conversation with a group of somebodies. They walked away laughing at him and she couldn't help but feel a heavy sense of sympathy... She was fairly good with people herself, but she knew people who had a really difficult time of keeping themselves composed in front of others.

The night before, Largoes had even partaken of the alcohol at the multiple parties they attended. He made a fool of himself... For once, he didn't seem to be constantly worrying over what he looked like to anybody else, what they thought, how they reacted, or anything else... He was just... Largoes. It would likely be different today; luckily for him, he'd not really said anything too embarrassing or revealing, so it wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable this morning. Then she heard him... What timing - but he knew she'd be at one of Akihabara's most beautiful locations come the morning. Always so kind, it was touching, to be perfectly honest. Even for somebody who didn't have the best social skills, he gave it his best shot to help somebody who was being basically tortured. Logically, a Samurai at level 68 would who had spent plenty of time in the area would be of great use, as well. Largoes boasted great magical defense thanks to his Sol Set, but it meant that they needed to find some way to make up for the physical resistance. A samurai would be of excellent help, that was for sure. Aiko grinned as a thought came to her.

She dropped from the tree, just behind her Race of Ritual friend before tapping his shoulder, clearing her throat. "Largoes-san..." She started slowly, cooing his name as she clasped her hands together behind her, turning side to side as her tail flicked about. "I-I was so confused last night... W-when you asked me to go on a... on a date with you," The girl's voice gave out a little bit toward the end of her statement. "B-But after thinking it over, I'm glad I said yes... I'm so excited to go out tonight," She brightened up, biting her lip and gazing up to him cheerfully. "I've never seen you so confident, I guess... It's just a new side of you, huh?" The girl kicked the dirt at her feet and couldn't hold it for more than three seconds. She snorted, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth before she began to giggle. She couldn't handle it, she loved messing with her best friend.

The girl leaned to the side to see the Samurai behind Largoes and tilted her head, seeming to calculate a few different possibilities before she revealed her entire self. A white sundress with a ruffle vertically down the middle covered her torso, matching stockings rising from her feet up to her mid-thigh. Over her forehead, she wore a chain-circlet of gold, a sapphire teardrop gem dangling at the middle. Black and white two-tone sleeve-gloves were pulled up her forearms and her kukri, as usual, were sheathed on her lower back. She smiled brightly to Kosuke as she bowed, "Good morning, my name's Aiko. Aiko the Shadow Dancer, I hope my friend here hasn't caused you too much trouble today," She apologized with mock-sincerity, beaming teasingly to Largoes as she rose to a full stand again.