#shslhousekeeper

[blackhairblackerheart-blog]

Kyouji senses a great disturbance in the force.

[clxpsydra]

@shsl-house-keeper ♥‘d for a short starter.

       “Hello there,” the tall male greeted, approaching the other with a small wave. “What’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing wandering these streets alone? If you’re lost, I would be happy to help you out—or at least offer you my company until you get there,” he offered, a kind smile on his lips.

       He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least offer. The streets could be a dangerous place, especially women walking alone.

                                                                       ( It didn’t help that he found her to be quite pretty. )

       “Ah, I suppose I didn’t introduce myself, did I?” he chuckled softly. “You can call me Goro.”

[blackhairblackerheart-blog]

Sakakura was easy; a few words and a rough patch or two and he was a slave under his possession. Annoying and clingy, certainly, but good for sexual relations and certainly a good servant. He followed near every instruction and never had to be taught a thing; a wonderful plaything from the start.

Yukizome was different.

Emotionally dead, avoidant to all physical contact, and entirely ignorant to all forms of affection; she too was against the farce of a 'relationship' Sakakura insisted on, or as against it as she could bother to understand. She would require a different form of molding to get by all of those barriers.

He'd already explained the basics of hand-holding and even small kisses to her (or as best as she could understand), and thus the next step came.

"Yukziome." Kyouji spoke, approaching her and noticing the gleam of that damned knife in her hand. "I have something to speak with you about...could you please come to my office?”

[panickypeachboy]

After being picked up a few times, the boy started to request to be held...but he still kept the cuddle time brief.

@shsl-house-keeper, @rikaikokai

[panickypeachboy]

NUZZLE

Send “Nuzzle” for our muses to rub noses (accepting)

Pick up...then put down. Some time pass and then that repeats. Momotaro was still getting used to the concept of affection. He only allowed the grownups who adopted him to hold him...and for few moments at a time. This sort of behavior seemed peculiar when other children indulged in the cuddles like little Natsuko.

When it came to this afternoon’s lift to Miss Chee’s eye level, the boy didn’t immediately ask to be put down. He allowed their noses to rub, and foreheads to touch. A deep breath. Then he asked to be set back on the ground.

“Thank, a-and, l-love you...M-Mama.”

That was alright, as indicated by a small smile.

[blackhairblackerheart-blog]

“Chieko, lemme smash”