“«Itadakimasu»,” Sensei Hiro said, and we began eating.“Thank you for your hospitality, and allowing me to join you for this breakfast.”“Y...u are welcome,” Sensei Hiro replied. “You honor us with your presence in our humble home.”“You are too kind,” I replied, completing the proper cultural exchange.At the end of the meal, I presented Sensei Hiro and his wife with gifts, regretting that I hadn’t known them better to select more personal items. When I gave Emiko her gift, she said the only two. His eyes scanned the room quickly once she slipped off the blindfold, his body heating as he noticed the sparseness of his surrounds, save for one contraption hanging in the middle of the room. She floated around him in that disturbingly graceful way, her bare feet soundless on the dark tiled floor, her hair swinging over her shoulders. He was sad to see she had cut it since they’d last been together, but he would not mention it.He knew how much she hated having her appearance remarked upon,. More

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