<strong>Name:</strong>Sakurako Miyazaki<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Please Ask<br/><strong>Looking:</strong>For a job<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><br/>Sakurako meekly nodded in response, taking the rare offer of someone actually wanting to hold her hand. She hadn't expected to find a bastion of motherly concern (and fury) upon her usually calm acquaintance's clear face. It was a nice feeling to have someone attempting to comfort the poor girl on the horrors of the past few months. "It j-just started w-with a f-few nasty l-leaflets, but th-then they started vandalizing my d-door. I c-couldn't bring m-myself to stay any l-l-longer as they sent rocks flying th-through my windows!" She explained with a whimper. While she was physically fine, her fragile emotions were clearly beaten up.<br/><br/>At least the terrifying subject was soon changed as Emma turned her laptop to display her blog. Her fast mind was already starting to mentally list little things she could do to improve its functionality. Web design wasn't always just "design". Miss Qvigstad was even kind enough to give her a free viewing of the underlying code. She definitely could help in her natural element. It was one of the rare moments where someone as soft-spoken like Sakurako was basically a god.<br/><br/>However, the bashful bookworm was still not immune to the real world, much less the very sexual city she now resided in. It felt just like reading one of her yuri doujinshi as the bold blogger's description popped up of how she liked her coffee drenched in oddles of cum as white as her hair. Especially so as she read the second sentence of how her goopy diet benefited her energy and mood so much. The cautious cutie blinked as Emma's words suddenly snapped her to attention. "Y-Yes, Emma. I-I'd love t-t-to help!" She adorably sputtered out, caught off even more by the use of "babe".