2 hours ago
Osamu stood ramrod straight, looking stiff and awkward in a crowd of unfamiliar faces as he struggled (and failed) to appear natural. Handling large gatherings was not a skill presently in his toolset, and although he tried for Fujiwara's sake, he looked like a fish out of water.
Something soft suddenly bumped into his side. Osamu blinked, surprised to see Izumi there.
Empress?he said, then immediately scented the fermented berries emanating from her person. She leaned against him, making a peculiar noise as she batted her eyelashes most charmingly.
... Ah. You have found the refreshments,he chuckled. She certainly seemed quite comfortable.
Perhaps that is not such a bad idea.
Gently guiding her forward, Osamu led them both back toward the berry pile from which she had come and gladly scooped up a mouthful in a show of camaraderie. He'd always enjoyed the occasional sake as a man, and clearly this habit translated into wolf form - it wasn't long before a familiar warmth spread throughout his belly, stretching out toward each limb.
Delightful.
He scooped up another cluster.
So...he hesitated. Suddenly it was as if his mind went completely blank, and he couldn't think of a damned thing to say to her. Was he still nervous in her presence, even after all this time?
... This is... nice.
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