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Hello, SleepyKokomii here I just wanted to say sorry for the somewhat late upload but I've decided on a schedule. I'll be posting a new chapter every Sunday or Monday, I hope this timetable is fine you you guys. Anyway please enjoy the chapter!
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"I'll leave that for you to decide"
Hu Tao felt as if the other woman's words were ricocheting off the walls, had she let some sort of Inazuma criminal under her roof? A hot feeling had started to arise inside Hu Tao, it wasn't fear but excitement.
"Miss Kokomi, just who are you~ have I let some sort of war criminal inside my humble abode?" Hu Tao's lips grew cheek to cheek, a naughty grin spreading on her face.
"Okay, okay, I will tell you; my name is Kokomi and I'm from Inazuma, I'm also a 'Bird Egg Sushi' connoisseur." A content yet sly smile took residence on Kokomi's face, Hu Tao's eyes droop, a much lazier smirk on her face.
"Ah~ is that all the information I get? C'mon Koko, I want to know more about my lovely guest!" Hu Tao dramatically clings onto Kokomi, however much to the funeral director's dismay, the pink woman doesn't reply.
"Holy shit, Kokomi are you okay?! Your face is as red as a tomato!" Hu Tao started to panic.
"I-I'M FINE! Ah, um, AH THE OMELETTE!" Quickly turning the gas off, Kokomi releases a sigh of relief, small watery beads trickling off her chin, a pale, thin arm wiping her forehead dry. Curious crimson eyes linger onto the curious woman, which sparks Kokomi to apologize profusely.
"Are you okay, Koko?" A neutral but hair-raising expression appears on Hu Tao's face, Kokomi freezes once again.
"Aha, I tease, I tease. I can take a hint, you mustn't like the nickname I gave you," Kokomi towards Hu Tao, a warm smile of understanding peppered her lips, which made Kokomi's knees buckle slightly.
"No, No, No! It's not that, it's just...I haven't ever been given a nickname myself," a timid stare burns holes through the floor.
"What I mean to say is that I like the nickname," Kokomi lightly turns her head looking into Hu Tao's sharp eyes.
"I'll call you Koko then, now we're even!" Two hands take hold of pale ones, an ecstatic look appearing on the funeral directors' face.
"Ehh, but you're on a nickname basis whilst I'm still on a first name basis!" Kokomi's cheeks puff and her eyes flatten.
"How romantic, do you wish to call me by first name? How forward of you," Kokomi flails her hands frantically but eventually gives up and sighs in defeat, which causes Hu Tao to laugh cheekily. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Feel free to call me anything!"
"I'll keep that in mind...oh! whilst the rice is cooking want me to teach you how to make omelettes? You know, since you seemed eager earlier," Kokomi smiles tenderly her eyes closing smoothly.
"AH! Can we make Fontaine-style omelettes?!" Hu Tao starts beaming, a short squeak leaves the short woman's mouth.
"If you'd like, we may need to adjust the recipe a little we only have enough for one more omelette, so let's make it tasty!" Kokomi's pale face warps into an irrepressible smile, how could she not after seeing how excited Hu Tao is.
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