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

[s](sorry I completely kept forgetting about doing this and I feel bad :c) 
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Just as before, Hinako let out heated moans that would likely make anyone around feel somewhat uncomfortable given the situation. 

But it wasn’t like she could help it. Her tails were sensitive, dammit!

[color=ed145b] “I-I suppose that if you are offering me to touch your tail, I would not wish to deny your request. Though I cannot say I would have something of value to give back in return.” [/color] 

Hinako was someone who was fiscally conservative to a degree. She had been without a dime to her name for some time after she had lost her shrine. Perhaps there was nothing different from a beggar on the street and a place of worship. Both expect donations for hardly any actions. Of course, one would be more willing to donate to a place of worship than some lady on the street in most cases. Presentation is what allows individuals to better ask for money. 

Why did Hinako agree to touch the mermaid’s tail? Perhaps it was a bit of curiosity. Hinako did like to learn about the world around her. Though she could be considered “sheltered’ to the inner workings of the world around her, it wasn’t as if she was a “stupid” person by any stretch of the imagination. It was simply through her occupation and eventual falling from grace that the fox spirit had decided to take it upon herself to educate through traditional schooling. 

Though one could state that this school was anything but traditional. Something that held the youthful … well, “youthful” demi-humans, more colloquially known as “Demi”, within the boundaries of its territory. Therefore, it could be considered a strange charter school with a quota for Demi. Or perhaps a school built around the idea of Demi intermingling with other Demi and Humans. But for what purpose did this school hold within its halls. 

At the very least, someone naturally inquisitive like Hinako would wish to come up with an explanation for such. Though grateful for her acceptance, one could say that her natural desire to poke the sleeping giant with a stick was one of a many her fox-like personality traits. After all, teasing was not bullying, right? 

[color=ed145b] “Oh, it feels good,” [/color]  Hinako told the fish-lady. 

It was a strange feeling. Though clearly hard, the scales felt almost malleable almost like clay in her feeling. Soft, yet strangely hard, like a pearl with a similar smoothness. The colored scales seemed almost like gems in the beaming reddish light of the twilighting sun falling ever closer to dusk upon the horizon. 


[color=ed145b] “It is a bit of an alien feeling to me, but one that I would have to say feels really nice. S-Sorry if that was a little too much.” [/color]