like captured water

Wiggling and squirming were part of the fun! She did not like to be stiff legs and sit for hours. She had done her time as a geisha, preferring her freedom over boorish clients. Running around and playing was more her style. She could not answer Kuroo-chan with his fur in her mouth, but she did bite down a bit harder in response to him, narrowing her eyes mischievously. Ignorant of his emotions, she continued to nom like a child biting down on something hard.

Kuroo-chan returned the gesture by tugging on her cheek fluff, also wagging his tail. He was having fun, good! She did not want to hear his excuses, his stumbles (though it was adorable), and backpedaling in his words. For once, she just wanted to see a Toj-Kai wolf giving into natural urges - which was playful wrestling! All wolves played in a sense. Even grumpy Hanzo Hattori could if he pulled a stick from his arse! Being a leader was one thing, but cracking open walls around others... Not build them.

Especially if those others were your subordinates!

Which is always what she felt like around their leader. Not on equal footing, closed off. Refusing comradery... Upon a time, she would have eyed men like Hanzo Hattori. Solemn, anti-social men were fine and good when she was younger. But she needed a bit of light in her life. Letting go of his scruff, Sayuri reared back and away from his cheek-hold. A few strands of white-pale orange probably flickered to the ground in protest. She lashed forward like a serpent, depositing a gentle kiss upon his cheek before reeling back.

She stuck her tongue out at him, giving a wink.

"Speech"