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Taoists?

(Continued from here.)

It had been several days since she had gone to wake Miko, several days since she had angered her. She had hoped that Miko might forgive her by this point, but she could feel it wouldn't be so easy. She had to make it right, but it was awkward.

Finally when she could no longer take the feeling of being punished she went to Miko's room to request an audience. Or more just to speak with her.

"Taishi sama," she spoke of softly from the other side. Even if Miko could not tell desires it was obvious she was worried and distressed. "I understand if you refuse me, for I much deserve it. But allow for me to at least express my deepest apologies properly...."

Even though she was still outside, she was kneeling down with her forehead to the floor.

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"There is still uncertainty within you, however, at times. And when it confuses your own desires, it then doesn't appear clearly to me. And it is not as though the end result is usually what gets muddled, but your own desire for doing it, for asking it of me or for speaking it aloud, and that's where it gets hung up."

"In that respect I must be a terrible student... to so quickly lose my way."

"One cannot truly help their insecurities and hangups, you realize," Miko smiled, trying to be reassuring. "You can merely try to be more aware of them."

"I will try my best," though at the moment she was content not thinking too much about all that. "For now I simply wish to stay as is."

"As you wish," Miko turned to nuzzle and plant a few gentle kisses on her retainer, before she relaxed back into the bed again.

... Then.

"... You're going to need to unward the door at some point." Yes. 'You'. To take the brunt of Tojiko's ire.

She knew she would have to do that... and she was not ready to do that any time soon.

"It can wait...."

"I think it'll be worse the longer you put it off, but that choice is up to you. I can't very well move like this anyway."

Nose goes.

"Perhaps...." but that would involve getting up, getting yelled at and leaving.

"If you would prefer me to, I will not argue."

"Oh, I won't order anything. It is your choice, Futo."

"Then... perhaps it can wait until morning."

"She will attack that door tirelessly all night, you remember that," Miko yawned, nuzzled Futo one more time, and traced her fingers over the skin of Futo's stomach briefly. "Just don't forget that in the morning."

Where she'd be even worse off than right now.