Something about Kisuke's smile reminds Nuriko of the very other man seated in the room, broad and opportunistic. Like a salesman, if with a softer touch than Robin's wide smiles baring too many teeth. Nuriko takes a deep breath. It might not be a bad thing, she tells herself, to listen to what a man has to say regarding the shortcomings of her skin.
She raises a hand in front of her chest before pressing down against the various frills and distractions, pressing down to the flat of her sternum.
"No chest. No hips. And a little bit extra in between my legs," she says, slightly crude with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're right, though. I'm a graceful young lady who is appreciative of what she has. I'm grateful that I have a body. That doesn't mean that I'm different than any other woman, able to acknowledge what she'd change."
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Date: 2014-01-06 07:13 am (UTC)She raises a hand in front of her chest before pressing down against the various frills and distractions, pressing down to the flat of her sternum.
"No chest. No hips. And a little bit extra in between my legs," she says, slightly crude with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're right, though. I'm a graceful young lady who is appreciative of what she has. I'm grateful that I have a body. That doesn't mean that I'm different than any other woman, able to acknowledge what she'd change."