how old do you think these are?

"Oh, good" she chirped with glee, wishing to clasp her paws together but resisted. What a childish notion to do "I had a thought you did not wish to talk to me" Sayuri confessed "most men do... not like women being so direct" or rather, they did not like direct women. They liked the type to curl up and be complacent. Sit down and stand by their man - be it official or not "I like speaking with you, Kuroo-chan." She purposefully did chan instead of sama despite their rank difference.

Why? Cause it was cute. She wanted to watch him squirm under her gaze again. Why was it so funny to annoy him? Or was it not annoying, but light teasing and flirting? She did not know. If he was truly bothered, she believed he could tell her off. Instead, he put up with it. He put up with her. Sayuri shot him a grin. "Fishing on the brain" she didn't have the knowledge to call him out on his lie "is there anything else there, I should wonder?" she added lightly, asking lightly. She turned to stare at him.

"You and brother, Usagi-sama, are so devoted to Tojo-Kai" she conceded "do not forget to take time for oneself. You cannot hope to be useful to the pack if you are mentally and physically weary" she told him this as a potential friend, and a healer "else I shall strap you down and climb all over you again! Force feed you herbs." She burst into giggles.

"Speech"