<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">Even when she was introduced to people by Neshita, Sunako showed no sign of recognition to what was going on. Instead she acted as if she were the only one there, silent as a stone statue. Sunako had not noticed that not only men were watching her closely, but Neshita as well. She looks away when she was spoken to the first time, the older female mentioning about how she'd make sure that the maids did not do Sunako's make-up so that Sunako could do it herself. Even though it had not shown on her face, the younger female was relieved of this. She didn't like the bright red lips and the normal make-up that geisha wore. She was perfectly content with her natural lip color, which was a faint pinkish red shade. <br/><br/>And then, moving on, when they had gone past the shop with the hanging paintings, her heart longing for that picture that had called to her, once more she was surprised. Once more she hid that surprise from showing on her face. Why was Neshita doing this? She saw the caring look in the other woman's eyes, the way her voice sounded when she told Sunako to pick the painting she wanted. That the maids could put it up in her room.<br/><br/>Biting her lip, her brows narrow slightly, a pout forming. "You know, you don't have to do this for me. It's not like I really wanted it..." Even so, even after she said that, she ended up getting the tiger hanging scroll painting, which was rolled up, placed in a covering of paper thin bamboo for protection, and tied with a thin silk rope, knotted around the middle with a bow. She accepts it from the shop keeper, slightly inclining her head in thanks, before holding it closer to herself protectively.<br/><br/>This painting was her first gift in a long while, and despite the fact she wanted to be defiant and rebellious, she couldn't help but feel a little grateful. But, like with the surprise from before, it doesn't show outwardly. The only sign that she was thankful for the gift was how tenderly she was holding it, and at the same time how protective she was of it. <br/><br/>Lowering her eyes, staring at the dirt, she mumbles a nearly inaudible thank you to Neshita. After they had begun walking again, she dares a glance at the other woman, looking at her clothes first, seeing how pretty the kimono she was wearing was. Then her hair, how shiny and glossy it was in the sun, like silk dyed black. Then her face. It looked natural, not like make-up. She caught glance of her eyes, and saw that they were a unique grey color. Realizing that she was now staring, she quickly looks away before Neshita catches her staring. Hugging the painting closer to her chest. <br/><br/>Why...why did this strange female have her childhood friend's eyes? She could not help herself, and slowly looks from the corner of her eyes at the older woman silently as they walked along the dirt pathways through the market. Every once in a while quickly looking away, only to find herself looking at Neshita again seconds later.<br/><br/>She also found herself wondering what else they were going to do while they were here. She knew about showing her off, but if they hadn't a goal to reach Sunako knew that she was going to get bored really fast.</span></div>