Bed Intruder (D4, EE)

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

"All right." The Otaku princes leaves his instrument hanging in the air and fetches the knife she used to carve the lamb. The girl looks to Butaj with the blade in hand, warning him, "Stay still so you don't get hurt."

[Moto Butaj]

He just smiles without pause to his singing and pushes his chin forth for her to do as she pleases.

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

Kitakuhime almost cackles like a villain as she gets nearer to Butaj with the sharp blade ready to cut him. The girl holds his goatee firmly, looming over the Moto.

In the blink of an eye, she slashes the blade sideways with a clean cut. She sparkles a wide, victorious grin, and lifts up Butaj's severed body part.

"I'll tie this to my bow, so it may sing true, such as Butaj."

[Moto Butaj]

"Butaj didn't know that his beard can be a magic charm." He chuckles as he stops playing and looks up at the triumphant Kitakuhime. The fur has slipped off his shoulders, and so his undulating chest has no cover. But he feels more naked than that when he rubs what is left of his beard. He has a thought of taking something in return but he does not give it voice. "May your arrows thrust as deep as is Butaj's trust in you, my princess."

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

She laughs brightly, and cautiously stretches her body to place her victory token over a secure place at the tray. Once done, the Otaku returns to finish the job. "Now, we should trim the rest properly. You cannot look like some untamed beast. Let's avoid other maidens frowning upon you."

[Moto Butaj]

"Butaj's beard has not been frowned upon." Butaj looks at her attentively as she stretches and returns, knife in hand. "Have you cut the beard because you like Butaj beardness?"

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

She stays the knife. "I know it hasn't been frowned. Now, with the hole in your chin. Well," Kitakuhime shrugs playfully, "I already took what you said was mine. Up to you, Butaj-san."

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj sighs. "Please, just to even out the stubble. Moustaches and soul path stay."

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

"Understood. Mustache." The girl nods, and starts to razor blade Butaj up to a perfect trim: somehow similar to trimming Gekko's mane and fur after spring.

She takes a few steps back to look at her master piece, and approves it with a sounding, "Manly!"

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj rises while rubbing the trim, getting used to it. He looks at her playfully. "Should Butaj be telling the maidens that it was you who has made him this manly?"

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

"Why would you –– will that help wooing them?" Kitakuhime tilts her head, and slaps the blade at the palm of her hand waiting for his reply.

[Moto Butaj]

"Butaj is less interested in wooing and more in knowing their hearts. And it is only fair if they can know his heart too." He takes a step closer to her and takes the lamb off the hearth. It took enough heat. He cuts out several really tasty bits for Kitakuhime and brings them to her. "Butaj is making no secret of how he admires and appreciates you. He said it loud and clear in the dojo before many people."

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

Kitakuhime's smirk disappears and she notices the seriousness behind his actions. "I've heard. Hai. I am truly, deeply honored by that and proud of you for what you just said: knowing their hearts will take you even further."

She holds the tray at the other edge, offering him the priority, "Pick the one you enjoy most." Kitakuhime chuckles lightly, adding, "Our mutual admiration is a treasure I prefer to keep discretely protected. I cannot demand you contain your lips, though."

[Moto Butaj]

"Then Butaj shall discreetly protect this treasure." He says simply, but not lightly. He looks into her eyes as he selects a bit of lamb and raises it to her lips. "Butaj enjoys the most when you have the best."

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

"Good." With no reason to deny twice, Kitakuhime bites gently and noms it with pleasure.