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*Kiriko*

let's stick together just a little bit longer

He questions, but it doesn't feel too invasive. Not yet. The man was making conversation, and it was in Kiriko's best interest to allow it. She'd had plenty of time during their escape to plan her story as well. How long had this man been away from home? Did he know of the uprising? It would have been easy to pass off her initial cover to someone from far away, but her luck had been poor. Kiriko's first encounter here being another koi, and to think she'd gotten far enough away. "Times of uprising will always create refugees," this isn't a lie. She'd been raised in court, and had her mother's looks and charm. The look in her eye was something soft, far-away. Just melancholy enough, and with enough sincerity to really sell her story-- Kiriko hoped. There were parts of her that were genuinely homesick, too. That would help.

"Forgive my manners, I am Kiriko," a common enough name that she'd be safe to remain under it. A soft smile playing on her lips, and a bit of charm to color the way she moved, the way she engaged with him. That had to be enough, or so she hoped. Manners, grace, charm. She had it all, as long as she remembered to show it. Some training is hard to shake, even through the paranoia that had come to color her day to day lately.

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Kiriko