Away from Nyoko, Kodama's head was slowly clearing, though the lovely Word only dimly registered being...carried...home? The Master must've been stronger than she'd thought! She sank gladly to the cool futon, murmuring to herself, looking oh-so-innocent curled up on her side- Wondering, vaguely, whether it'd all been a dream...<br/><br/>"Mmmmm..." Kodama whimpered, her eyelashes fluttering dreamily, soft breaths parting her lips; Her glossy black hair spread in a corona beneath her lissome form...The long, lovely expanse of her pale legs glistening in the room's half-light, rasping silkily together as she shifted in a half-drowse.<br/><br/>A little gasp sawed from her throat, as Kenji tried to cool her down- Unwrapping her, really, from the oh-so-clingy fabric. As it slid down the sleekness of her bare shoulders, exposing the soft, full curves of her breasts...<br/><br/>And she chose that exact moment to wake up. Those brown eyes opened, blinking blearily- Then darting round the room, as the Word tried to get her bearings! "Wh...Wh-what?" Kodama stammered, realizing three things very, very fast- One: Somehow, she'd made it home. Two: She was, as they said, in an *entirely* compromising position with the Master! Three: They were *alone*...<br/><br/>Her gaze met Kenji's, and she swallowed, hard, throat working silently, as if she wasn't *quite* sure what to do! "M-master-san..." the Word managed, a slow, blossoming flush spreading across her face and neck, hands limp at her sides...Her chest rose and fell in interesting oscillations as her breath quickened- A complex expression of mingled panic, embarrassment and something...Well, certainly surprise, but not *unpleasant*...dawning on her face. She didn't look on the verge of hitting him with the nearest hard object- In fact, Kodama looked entirely at a loss what to do next!