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This was torment, surely somehow she had angered a mischievous Yokai. That was the only explanation that the young Takamori could find for why she was stuck in this [i]mortifying[/i] situation. As Sumi teased her about her rather obvious feelings for Tsubasa, Fumiko could feel her face burning hotter and hotter. Her cheeks no doubt a borderline beacon, glowing to show off her embarrassment at being caught so obviously. As Sumiko went about her preparations, Fumiko could only watch in stunned silence as she tried to reign herself in and regain her typical composure. [color=bc8dbf]"I-In the way!?!"[/color] The girl demanded, sounding every bit as mortified as she looked at that moment. [i]Deep breathes. Calm yourself.[/i] She chided herself, sucking down a series of deep breathes until the Takamori had seemed to find herself. Shaking her head with a little smile towards Sumiko, Fumi welcomed the change in subject. [color=bc8dbf]"I couldn't, Sumi-chan. 'Tis, not my place to show off, mine is to ensure the festival runs well, and our village enjoys itself. I have not the time to showing off..."[/color] She said, adding in a softer tone moments later. [color=bc8dbf]"Even if it seems fun..."[/color] Before letting out a soft sigh and a little shrug. [color=bc8dbf]"I'll run ahead and see if he is busy, don't you dare try to move this all on your own, Sumi-chan! I'll be back with help!"[/color] Fumiko said, a firm tone complimenting her hand with a lone finger held up to make her point known. 

Moments later, after a polite farewell, Fumiko was back out of the house and heading towards the place she was certain to find Tsubasa, the forge. The young Takamori quickly made her way towards the little building, a sense of purpose on her features as she wasted not a moment making her way to her target. Unlike her path to the Hayashi estate, Fumiko did not stop to talk with various villagers, instead, she just gave a polite greeting as she passed. She had a mission! Go and visit Tsubasa, no... she was to recruit the man to help them. Not to indulge in any selfish desire to see the boy that might be on her mind. AS she made her path through their little village and drew nearer to the forge, Fumiko came to a halt. All she had was to round this corner and make her way a bit down the path to arrive. Despite the fact she was here to recruit him for work, Fumiko found herself pausing to straighten out her outfit. Another to run her fingers gently through her hair, ensuring all was in order and her appearance satisfactory. Gods. Was she really [i]that[/i] infatuated with him? [i][color=bc8dbf]You have a job, Fumiko. Do it. Worry about your desires later.[/color][/i] She chided herself, sucking in a soft sigh as she made her way around the corner. 

Drawing near to the forge, Fumiko went over her mental list of tasks for the day. Recruit Tsubasa, help Sumi-chan set up for the day, report back to Uncle, change into an outfit appropriate for the fesitivites, and no doubt a few other tasks for the day. She had not a doubt in her mind that she would be busy that day, but frankly, Fumiko rather liked that idea. She'd much rather be helping the village prepare instead of sitting about bored. Once she finished all of her tasks and got to enjoy the festival, then she could relax a bit. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could see if Tsubasa might indulge her with a da- 

Fumiko came to a halt as she drew near to the forge and saw that Tsubasa was accompanied by another. Seimei Keiko. While Fumiko did not harbor any particular distrust for the girl for her heritage, the Takamori was not overly fond of how the girl interacted with most of the village. Yet, even that was not enough to justify the irrational annoyance that Fumiko found bubbling within herself at the sight of Tsubasa and her spending time together. How badly she wanted to demand why they were together, what the girl had wanted with Tsubasa. Yet, Fumiko bit back such comments and approached the duo with a pleasant expression on her features. A warm smile, even if her eyes were noticeably colder for even the slightest of moments as they fell over Keiko. Pausing her approaching the give a respectful bow towards each of the two, Fumiko stepped in during a lull in their conversation. [color=bc8dbf]"Pardon me Seimei-san, Senga-san. I'm sure you're [i]both[/i] a bit busy."[/color] Fumiko started, a slight shift in tone to emphasize the 'both' part of her statement, but one subtle enough to slip past unless one was paying close attention. [color=bc8dbf]"But Hayashi-san and I were hoping we could get some help transporting her things in preparation for her performance."[/color] She explained, gaze shifting between the two, and lingering on the taller boy for a bit longer. [color=bc8dbf]"Admittedly, I had come for Senga-san's help, but I'm certain another pair of hands would speed things along even better, Semei-san!"[/color] Fumiko added, a bit of cheer finding its way into her voice as a small smile graced her lips. 

Her attention then turned back on Tsubasa as she gave him a friendly, yet dazzling little grin. [color=bc8dbf]"If you're busy, Senga-san, I can simply steal another. You just happened to be the first person on my mind to help!"[/color] She added, before looking between the two once more. [color=bc8dbf]"So, can we borrow the two of you for a moment?"[/color]