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

[indent]A pout found its way onto Keiko's lips, and she had half a mind to begin guilt-tripping him for his declaration that he did not intend to ask her to the festival. She decided to be merciful in the end, seeing as though he quickly pivoted his answer—as much as she wanted to watch him squirm, there would be many more opportunities to do so if she spent more than just a few passing moments with him that day. The short girl dropped back onto her heels after a moment, her pout morphing into a face of contemplation. 

Of course, he hadn't just stopped there. The heartfelt words that followed almost made her give up her mischievous little act. There was a strong urge to break the facade of consideration she wore when he mentioned her being part of the village. An urge to meet him with disdain. As if [i]he[/i] of all people knew what it felt like to be ostracized. Half the village youths swooned over him, and the other half wanted to be him. But she steeled herself against the worst of her impulses and decided to respond in her usual teasing.

[color=#814b46]"Well, I [i]suppose[/i] I don't mind going with you. Even if you are sweating through your shirt,"[/color] She decided, positively resplendent in her mercy, [color=#814b46]"You'll be paying for the food though, right? I treated you to breakfast, you know. It impolite to remain indebted to a lady."[/color][/indent]