[Konoha repeats the other woman’s words under her breath as if she hasn’t quite heard this sentiment before... and admittedly, she hasn’t really. Sure, her mother had been trying to see her married since she was old enough for suitors but with not many male jinba in her line of work... and only human men on the job sites... she’d not really had much... girl talk.
So it’s a little exciting really, even if she and this woman have just met by coincidence in a store. Curious, wondering then if she might be knowledgeable, Konoha keeps speaking secret-like, tugging subconsciously at where the layers of her kimono overlap at her chest while... Okay, staring at Manuela’s.]
Is... Is what you’re wearing a little, or a lot, Miss... ?
[Every world was different, she knew, but. But the standards of her own that was... quite daring. Some shoulders and cleavage?!]
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[Konoha repeats the other woman’s words under her breath as if she hasn’t quite heard this sentiment before... and admittedly, she hasn’t really. Sure, her mother had been trying to see her married since she was old enough for suitors but with not many male jinba in her line of work... and only human men on the job sites... she’d not really had much... girl talk.
So it’s a little exciting really, even if she and this woman have just met by coincidence in a store. Curious, wondering then if she might be knowledgeable, Konoha keeps speaking secret-like, tugging subconsciously at where the layers of her kimono overlap at her chest while... Okay, staring at Manuela’s.]
Is... Is what you’re wearing a little, or a lot, Miss... ?
[Every world was different, she knew, but. But the standards of her own that was... quite daring. Some shoulders and cleavage?!]