"Truly a beautiful story." Nyoko smiled, but something dark flashed through her eyes. She quickly made connections between the story and its talker... She was lazy, but not stupid, as even Haruki would say. But Blake's entrance interrupted her chain of thoughts, and thus, instead of offering her observations to the woman, she gave him her most charming, alluring smile.<br/><br/>"I'd definitely agree." she responded silently, her voice only little bit more than a whisper as she eyed Blake from underneath her thick, long eyelashes. Her crimson hair cascaded down nearly to the small of her back. But she didn't notice what her damaged kimono left painfully visible - the mark on the left of her ribs, close to where her heart was. It wouldn't take a genius to connect it with the Black Samurai, especially for someone like Blake, who's seen such before - more so bore one on his hand.<br/><br/>Through all the interest she harbored for Blake, partly mixed with the discovery about hers and Haruki's katanas, she didn't notice her brother, who has apparently left the room he was in before, found his way up the stairs, and sat down right in the doorway in the meantime. And he seemed to have calmed down, too (what was definitely a good thing).<br/>"Seems like I'm the only one left out of your antics. That's not nice." he stated, shaking his head; the mop of red, now unbound by anything, would put even Nyoko's hair to shame. It seemed rather vibrant against his paper-pale skin.<br/>"Ruki..." she gasped, and her till then serene expression shifted to that of suppressed, though maybe half-hearted anger. Her brows furrowed, and her plump lips pursed to a thin line.<br/><br/>He released the air out of his lungs in a sigh. "Yeah, I know, Nyo. You're pissed off at me cause I was an asshole to you. So... sorry for that, okay? I... I didn't mean to. But..."<br/>He was cut short by Nyoko, who plummeted towards him and wrapped her arms around him, gripping him as tight as she just could. Gasping for air, he didn't have the strength to oppose her, and just let her squeeze the living hell out of him. "You're such an idiot." she muttered. "I was worried about you."<br/><br/>When she finally let go off him, he took a while to catch his breath. "Dammit... Nyoko... You shouldn't hug people..." he hissed through his clenched teeth. "And... Change your clothes. None of us is interested in seeing any more of your chest than what that huge cut shows." he smirked slightly. At that observation, Nyoko's jaw dropped. Her hands instinctively ran up her side to cover the hole in her clothes (which wasn't half as big as Haruki made it appear, and only showed a part of her ribs), and her cheeks flushed crimson, nearly as crimson as her hair.