doing well, I hope

Arrangements. They were to be wed. Kiriko wasn’t sure exactly what it would all entail, but she was excited. Things had finally all worked out for her, and she was free to feel the most important things now. Excitement. Happiness. Even some closeness to Hattori, more so than before. Though she knows who he is and what he’s about, she also doesn’t mind. A political marriage, but he hasn’t been devoid of tenderness. They didn’t need to untangle the strange web woven between them. Frankly, that was energy better spent elsewhere. For both of them.

Hattori’s approach isn’t unwelcome, and she offers a gentle smile and twitch of her tail by way of greeting. ”I should be alright, but I worry we may need to leave a bit early. I’m just… slow these days.” Kiriko’s tone and expression both were sheepish. She feels bad about asking for the accommodation, but baking quite this many puppies was… a lot. It’s a lot, and she’s perhaps a bit embarrassed.