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Nonsense, nonsense...do not worry about it, it is no trouble at all.

[He works the catches off easily, putting one boot aside and starting on the next. His hands hesitate for just a moment, something sneaky in his eyes before he sits up again, smiling, both shoes off now.]

Besides...ah, where I am from...well, it is considered a little rude to refuse a gift.

[That's not even entirely a lie, really.]

[She can’t actually argue with him about it in Lunatia, she supposed... not when they got money just for exchanging chroma with people, and... well, they’d technically... given each other... plenty of. Currency. Earlier.

Still, she almost splutters into a further if not weaker protest before. Oh... well if it was his custom...]

Th- Then I humbly accept!

[Bowing low over the box, she’s careful this time not to topple before she carefully pulls the shoes out and sets them in the entranceway by his, ready for when she next had to go out. Which meant she had to stand next, give her a second-]

Please, come in— it’s not a full meal but I do have tea and snacks, at least- !

[Bow-legged as hell, overcompensating for what she thinks she might need to do with two legs more than any problem with the legs themselves, which are well-muscled and reliable as her normal body beneath her kimono, she manages to stand by bracing against a wooden pillar before gesturing him further in to the home’s main room, a simple affair centered around a sunken hearth surrounded by comfy cushions with an awaiting tray of tea and dumplings.]

[She's having quite a bit of trouble, despite how nice those legs of hers look...and the hearth is a ways away, isn't it? Instead of going straight there, he moves over to her, putting a hand between her shoulder blades.]

Ah, I beg pardon.

[And then, with one easy motion, he sweeps her up into his arms, in a perfectly-executed princess carry. She's much heavier than her small frame would suggest...certainly the physique of a farmer.]

[The touch draws her gaze up, thinking he was about to offer his shoulder or something-]

Wh-

[And then she’s. In his arms???

Confused, she at least automatically wraps her arms tight around his neck, instincts telling her she’s going to fall because what human can pick up a jinba except no she’s not a jinba right now, she’s... a very well built human lady yes, heavy from muscle if not height.]

I- Sorry, you didn’t have to I can kind of walk now, I promise- !

[Oh, he still had that nice smell, even with her fuller human senses.]

Now, now. Rude to deny gifts, remember?

[He hefts her easily, and then walks over to the sitting area, kneeling to gently set her down on one of the cushions, where he suspects they're supposed to sit.]

Do not worry. It takes humans a year to learn to walk, after all. It's not an easy thing. [Maybe he's teasing a little.]

I- I’m not a baby, though- !

[She does protest at the joke with red cheeks, she can’t help it, even as he sets her down on the cushion and she hastily tries to rearrange her kimono and get modest again.]

Ah, but are you not a newly-minted human?

[At the very least her being so flustered is keeping her from trying to apologize to him more, or act modest, or anything like that.]

If it makes you feel better, though...my first time on a ship, at the strapping, well-trodden age of twelve...I spent most of it either on my hands and knees, or clinging to the rigging.

Well, yes, but-

[But... !

Her protests die off slowly as she awkwardly arranged herself back to sitting... not quite a perfect seiza, it felt weird, but good enough for her to stabilize and nibble into her lip to shush herself as she focused instead on serving, pouring a hot cup of the nicer green tea she kept for guests and plating up a red bean-filled dumpling.]

So you... spent a lot of time on the sea, then?

[It occurs to her (again) now that... she knows practically nothing about him. She knows his name, that he doesn’t like horses, that he was kind when she’d pretended to be distressed... and, well. She knew what his cock tasted like. And felt like.

So just. Don’t mind the permanent look ruddiness in her cheeks.]

I did. My country was an archipelago on the Cephea so I grew up surrounded by it, but I took to sailing...or, well, at that age, it was simply tagging along on the Guards' ships in the harbour, or my...brother's, but when I became a little older I was able to join on with crews who would take me.

[Oooh! Food!]

Ah! What is this, then?

Ah... this is green tea, and these are kuromame daifuku. They’re pounded rice and black bean, and the inside is red bean paste...

[On instinct she just rattles off the ingredients before realizing oh, was that even helpful? If he didn’t know it...]

It’s sweet enough to offset the tea but not as sweet as the sorts of treats the city people prefer...

[Only once he’s served does she see to her own, returning to the seas.]

I’m from the mountains myself... I never thought I’d ever see the ocean, even tho my land is technically an island...

Mm. Have you seen it, then? There's a nice beach near the city, though it's nothing like the one back home.

[He's sniffing the tea, nodding a little, before pressing his lips against it, making a noise. It's not how he'd expected it, but it's not bad...it reminds him of the warm drinks some of the Company members would make from herbs, to warm up the body on bitterly cold mornings. He takes a little bite of the bun, finding the somewhat sweet, thick paste inside rather delightful on his tongue.]

Oh, this is interesting!

Mmm, I have here. It's as big as the stories said... really beautiful but really scary, too...

[If they said you had to respect the sea, well, Konoha certainly did. Feared it a little, in the way of those who didn't grow up near anything larger than a big pond or river... it looked so deep and infinite...]

I'm glad you think so... I'm sorry I can't cook you a more proper meal to apologize, I kept falling over and the kitchen just seemed like the last place to be doing that...

[Despite her good intentions and gumption, she wasn't that stupid... She shouldn't be wielding cooking knives while this unsteady on two new feet and a narrower waist and a strangle small and upright hip...]

It is. Terrifying...I've been in a storm or two, and... [A little pause.] Have seem the way it shakes even the harbour. But--Ah! Please, do not worry about it! This is absolutely delightful.

...Ah, I meant to ask...what are those orange fruits hanging on the tree by the farmhouse? I had though they were a citrus from afar, with their bright colour, but I came closer and they were not...?

[Fruit is his favorite food, so finding new fruits is absolutely delightful!]

[Yeah, a storm at sea sounds completely terrifying, even if it probably isn't any more dangerous than a storm in a mountain village, with the risks of mud and rock slides, flooding...

But he asks about the orange fruits on the tree out front of the farmhouse, and- Why is she blushing??? (Maybe because the branches of that tree were perfect height for her husband to brace his heavier weight on when mou-)]

O- Oh, the persimmons?

[Whyyyyyy had Tanjiro told her that he could smell sex on the fruit??? This man was a regular human, right? No super nose or sense of smell, right? Please be so-]

No, they're not citrus at all... They're sweeter than sour, and the texture is- Do- Do you want to just try one? They're best in this season, I have a bowl in the kitchen-

[And human legs or not, she's trying to be a good host, and already gathering up her legs to try and get back to her weirdly soft feet.]

Ah, ah, ah!!

[He springs up quicker than her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. He is usually a much better guest--he should be following his host rules, after all--but even seeing the way she awkwardly unfolds her legs from under her....poor girl!]

At the risk of being rude, please...allow me to get one myself?

[Her mother will never forgive her for being such an awful hostess... !!! (Okay, that's not true, her adopted mother would totally forgive her, but.)]

S- Sorry...

[But she can't exactly protest when he moves so easily and she has to think about every single motion, pointing over to the kitchen area.]

The... the bowl is on the counter... if you could just. Bring me a small knife also...

[Surely he'd at least let her peel them for him... !! While she tries to forget that the ones in that bowl were definitely the ones she'd picked up off the ground last time the tree'd had a good shaking.]

[He follows her instructions, grabbing the bowl in one hand and finding the knife without much difficulty, returning and kneeling down next to her, offering them over. He's a little glad that he's able to let her do something, to be honest, taking over someone's house isn't really his scene.]

There you go. [And then he watches her intently, wanting to see how it's peeled.]

[She's used to a lot of different questions about how she lived out here in the far corner of the groves, but this is the first time someone has asked her about the persimmons...

So while Konoha takes the knife and starts expertly peeling it, she tries to calm her blushing and talk.]

Do- Do you like fruit, Master Ianchus? I guess there's no persimmons in your world... ?

[How bad was it to fuck a man you didn't know was a fruit lover or not.........]

I do love it, quite a bit! As for whether they exist or not... I'm not sure! I've definitely tasted some... different, new fruits that I didn't know about before, but I haven't encountered ones like this.

You...had lemons in your world, yes? My country was well-known for its lemons. They were a little different from the ones here, though...the ones here are so narrow and yellow. Not bad at all, but the taste is much thinner!

[HE REALLY LOVES FRUIT.]

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No, my home didn't have lemons... I've tried them here, though, they're really nice for cooking...

[Peel set aside, she sets to digging out the tough leaves on top before carefully cutting the slippery fruit in her hand, setting most aside to take one piece and cut the more bitter center from it. Done, she offers it to him to try, her palm a bit slippery from the process.]

Here- I hope you like it...

[If it wasn't already obvious she was country folk... Oh, no, she should have asked him to bring plates and picks.. Too late!]

[He's lived months at a time with sailors, and relished it. You're in good company, Konoha!

He takes one, making a surprised sound as it slips in his fingers, but finally manages to get a hold of it, biting down into the sweet, dense flesh, and making a sound of both surprise and approval. It's not quite what he expected, but--]

It's quite good! Not as sweet as I thought, but still...what an interesting taste!

[Konoha is a simple woman, with simple pleasures, and even as flustered as she is to see a man that she'd... basically tricked into mating with her, that she'd drained of his blood and life force in a clearing of the Groves while knowing nothing about him but his name and the things she learned about his body in the act...

She likes it when people enjoy her food, even if it's just her persimmons she hasn't done a single thing to.]

Mmm, I really like them... they're filling, and the taste is good...

[She quickly cuts the centers from a few more of the slices, offering those up to him as well in both hands, even as she stutters into something she... really should have done the second he walked in the door.]

Master Ianchus, you have to let me apologize again...

[She'd done it via text, sure, but-]

I- I really don't do things like that normally, I swear... I- I lied about my husband biting me, and tricked you, but you still took... took really good care of me... even though you said you didn't like horse things...

["Care" is what she's going to call the words they'd exchanged that... might still echo in her head sometimes in the middle of the night.]

[Mmmh, this again, ah?

He sighs, taking the last piece from her and chewing it thoughtfully, letting her get those apologies out.]

I used to go on expeditions, to far-off, unknown places. I had to do plenty of things I didn't like. Of course you lied to me, but you were not yourself, did you not?

I understand that the situation was...quite intense for those affected. And the hunger was true, was it not? I...hm.

[He runs his tongue over his thumb, glancing to his side, furrowing his brows thoughtfully. He thinks about it often, Yusuke's angry words to him, the pain in his eyes--But even with that in mind, the abyss at the edge of her fangs had been tempting.]

You know... I am quite grateful that even despite being possessed with that insatiable hunger you stopped before I was fully drained. I heard some others were not so lucky...does that not show that, at your heart, you are a kind woman?

[Well, he's right about one thing. She was a kind woman, that's why she can't just let herself off the hook as easily as it seemed everyone else was willing to. Even if she'd been affected... she'd been weak enough in the first place to get possessed, plus, it had still been her body doing all those things...]

I wasn't, but- I... I lied and said my husband drained me, but I'm the one who drained him...

[In. This room, actually, in a very, very lewd way, and the memory makes her weird-feeling human thighs press together with a little squirm as she lowers her head with contrition. Not just her husband, but... her writing teacher... a friend... this man, who she'd just found...]

And- And the hunger was real, it was, but... I wasn't being kind when I didn't drain you all the way... I wish I was...

[That squirm grows just a bit more noticeable as she forces herself to admit the next part, fussing with wiping persimmon juice from her hands on her apron.]

I was... I was thinking "oh, he's... really good at sex and says lots of interesting things... so maybe I could use him for another meal again later..."

[Not the... kindest motive...]

[He's trying to be understanding and gentle, but there's only so much...and when she says that, his eyes light up immediately, his own cheeks flushing in absolute pleasure.]

Oh? To shower me with such compliments on a first meeting... I really must have made a nice impression, ah?

[Though his expression turns serious for a brief moment--]

Your husband...is he...alright?

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