#miki.in

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“Would you mind...repeating that, milord?” There was no way he had said the words Miki thought she heard. Her focus on what a guest was saying, trained into her from the moment she became a kamuro, must have slipped. Perhaps she had a new disease.

Because, frankly, there was no way a Warlord had just proposed to an oiran.

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@hiragum0​ | miki vc i voted hisa bc he got us health care

“Isao-san, you can tell him ‘no’. You realize this? Or suggest changes to his plan?”

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@hiragum0​ | #really her question could have applied to anything hisa does ever  and that’s the tea

If he hadn’t asked, Miki’s fingers had been itching for her to demand to fix this mistake since Hisahide had walked through the doors of the house. “Honestly...” she sighed as she took the razor from him. “Surely if I have those to help with my hair, the honored guest has someone?”

Miki started with the intention to salvage what she could, but it soon became clear that Hisahide was in the right. The only possible way to improve was to start over. She did away with the horrific bangs first, so caught up in her task of not cutting his skin she fell silent.

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“Oh dear lord.”

It was a testament to Miki’s self-discipline that the words came out a low hiss instead of an exclamation. This was Hisahide’s newest hireling? Chrysalia was skipping the dogs and going straight to the dung.

Miki kept her features as neutral as she could. At least he wasn’t one of her customers. Only Hisahide’s backing kept Miki from requesting he be recommended to a different house.

“And how is it you came to be in Hisahide-dono’s service, Magoichi-san?” Pour the sake and keep them talking. A tried and true method of entertaining guests if ever there was one.

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“My deepest apologies for the delay , honored guest.” She bows low so her forehead touches the ground. One of the kamuro had come running with tears on her face and blood on her thighs before Miki had been summoned.

A smile , familiar and knowing , snaked across her features as she raised her head. “How would you have me entertain you , Hisahide-dono?”

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Shōhei: miki-nee (ಥ_ಥ)

Miki: alright

Miki: excuse me he asked for no pickles

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Miki had met Mõri Motonari of Greenleaf before. A friend (one of the rare ones) of Hisahide. She knew he had children, some number of boys and a young girl. For the obvious reason of her job as oiran she declined meeting any of them.

His daughter was an absolute treasure.

“Tsubone-sama?” Miki bowed in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you before the ceremony begins.”

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“I know what a will is.” Had it been anyone else in front of her, Miki would have kept the bite in her tone. The paper in her hands creased short of tearing between tight fingers. “I just---” Miki frowned at his back and back down at the document in her hands. There hadn’t been the usual defeat or hopelessness in his voice she associated with workers or customers visiting her a final time. Resignation had been there, but to the inevitability of the future rather than an imminent dead end.

“It is just...very sudden, is all.”

She supposed the running of an estate was none too different than the overseeing of the pleasure house. People accomplishing jobs they knew how to do. Coming to her should a problem in need of a decision arise. If she didn’t have the skills needed, she could say goodbye forever to her dream of owning a textiles shop.

“The...the major item, though,” Miki hedged addressing it directly, as if doing so would somehow make it come to pass. “I... If you believe me capable...”

She knew how to raise girls into prostitutes, not ladies that would rule a kingdom. But...

It was Hisahide. His pool of confidants was small already. It was hard to think he would trust anyone at all with the responsibility.

“I will do so, of course.”