<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/riku_zpsi7fmnqcu.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: large;">Fukui Riku</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237289.msg11683867#msg11683867)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Birdie<br/><hr/>Riku didn't mind the little poking now that he had calmed down. Some measure of his usual playfulness had returned as he managed to stick out a tongue at Torikai's notion of the youth's music taste. It got him wondering though - was Torikai actually older than him? She had such perfect smooth skin and looked pretty young, couldn't be more than a year or few if any, though who knew how Tengu actually age? She could be a hundred or something. Her offer sounded a little bit shady somehow, but he did not mind. It got Riku's tongue rolling and he felt comfortable continuing the light music chatter, "I hope you will someday, or if not I'll just buy a ticket for your concert. Yes. I'd definitely come to cheer on you, or do they let people cheer in the audience with traditional music? I guess not. Well, I could just come watch anyway. Maybe you should let me make you outfit for those events too. I could make stuff from scratch, something cute but formal enough to suit the situation..."<br/><br/>As far as Riku was concerned the worrisome moments of the day were over, so long as Torikai did not get a sudden idea to trigger something. It took him far longer than intended to finish adjusting the cosplay, since Riku wanted to put in some extra effort and put some more fabric into the breasts and went as far as to refit the leggins for Torikai's legs and claws so that the socks only left the edgy tips of her weapons visible. It went long enough into the night that Riku had to ask Torikai to go to bed.<br/><br/>His last thoughts before dreams involved imagining how happy she would be to see the final product and what it would look on her. Riku slept with a smug cat like smile.