[ Kuroo isn't the highest-ranking guy in town, but he's good at what he does: keeping his boss safe, making sure the villagers don't get too uppity, intimidating rival clans where needed. He's so good, in fact, that - after a recent victory over a family his boss has had a feud with for years - he's been treated to a night on the town. While they aren't wealthy enough to get him the prettiest geisha or the fanciest food, Kuroo is more than happy with what he does receive, which is a lavish meal consisting primarily of meat, plenty of decent sake, and a courtesan whose face looks more than good enough for his tastes. Kuroo didn't grow up in the best household, and his manners leave something to be desired; if he were saddled with someone better, he'd probably just end up offending them.
As it is, the pretty face sitting across from him checks all the right boxes. He's dressed up in what's probably the nicest thing he owns, but it's obviously a little threadbare; he seems almost afraid, not of Kuroo, but of... existing. He's small, too, almost fragile, and between the alcohol in his blood and the recent victory, Kuroo can't help but fantasize about what he'll do to him tonight. ]
Come here, [ he says, once he's finished eating, gesturing to his lap. He's sitting casually on the tatami, one long leg stretched out, the fabric of his yukata hanging loose around his bare skin. Up until now he's kept his hands to himself, but he's got the courtesan for the entire night, so he wasn't in a rush. Better to observe and enjoy than to hurry through things like some lesser men would. ]
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As it is, the pretty face sitting across from him checks all the right boxes. He's dressed up in what's probably the nicest thing he owns, but it's obviously a little threadbare; he seems almost afraid, not of Kuroo, but of... existing. He's small, too, almost fragile, and between the alcohol in his blood and the recent victory, Kuroo can't help but fantasize about what he'll do to him tonight. ]
Come here, [ he says, once he's finished eating, gesturing to his lap. He's sitting casually on the tatami, one long leg stretched out, the fabric of his yukata hanging loose around his bare skin. Up until now he's kept his hands to himself, but he's got the courtesan for the entire night, so he wasn't in a rush. Better to observe and enjoy than to hurry through things like some lesser men would. ]
Let me get a better look at you.