[CENTER][h1][color=#814b46]SEIMEI KEIKO[/color][/h1][/center][right][sub]tags - [@Hero][/sub][/right][hr]

[indent]Keiko couldn't help but grin a little deviously as she watched Tsubasa jump at her little prank. It was a good reminder for why she bothered to come out this way as often as she did. He was as gullible as any of the yokels laboring out in the rice paddies, but a heck of a lot nicer when he found out he was being had. In spite of her antics, she had been as well received as she ever was at the blacksmith's forge. There was the matter of that obnoxious nickname Tsubasa had always used for her, as if she were some kind of child, but she had never managed to get him to stop for more than a day or two at a time. Another reason for her to continue picking on him whenever she had the opportunity. 

[color=#814b46]"That makes one of us."[/color] She answered his pleasantries nonchalantly, dangling her feet off the side of his workshop as she did. For all his politeness, the blacksmith's apprentice seemed usually vigilant in his appraisal of her. She couldn't understand why—she dressed more or less the same way every time they saw each other, and it wasn't like she prettied herself up before leaving home like a lot of the girls in town. Her natural curiosity caused her to trace the line of his eyes, just a few moments before he hastily looked away. Her eyebrows rose as she glanced down and found the source of his fascination.

It seemed as though there had been a misunderstanding. One which was terribly exploitable. Would that she could force a flush into her cheeks.

[color=#814b46]"I was wondering when you'd notice, honestly. It's kind of flattering that you did. Not many people pay that much attention to me...""[/color] Like flicking a switch, the smug little grin that constantly adorned her features had been replaced with something more... flirtatious.

She fluttered her eyelashes just a little, like half the village girls did when they talked to Tsubasa. In truth, she didn't think he would think much of it. He always seemed a little oblivious to their gazes and flirtations, but that didn't matter. He would surely pay attention to the finger she trailed along the hem of her kimono, tugging enticingly on it as she continued.

[color=#814b46]"They just came in this spring. Bigger than I could have ever hoped, although I guess you've already noticed that,"[/color] A giggle followed that one, airy and soft as she could make it, [color=#814b46]"Would you like to see them? I'd let you if you wanted. I'd even let you taste them before anyone else has the chance to."[/color]

She bit her lower lip at that point, excitement burning in her eyes as the incessant tugging she had been doing on her garment bore fruit. It began to pull away, the outer layer giving way for the cold air outside. She pulled and pulled until it all came spilling out for him, what Tsubasa's gaze had been on in since he first laid eyes on her—a couple of oranges, which proceeded to roll down her chest and into her lap. Her expression returned to its vague disinterest just as they did, abandoning all pretense of seduction as slid her kimono back into its proper position. With her other hand, she seized one of the fruits and tossed it towards him. 

[color=#814b46]"Itadakimasu."[/color]

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