Miko had listened to a rant and decided that she enjoyed the sound of the masked boy's voice. If he ever needed to vent, or go off on a random tangent, she would indeed follow along and let him do his own thing. As for his question which seemed almost unrelated to anything else, the child of the Supreme Court Justice would give a clear, concise and short answer. "Yes, it's my piano," she confirmed. Why he bothered asking that wasn't something Miko understood, it seemed unrelated to everything else, but she wouldn't be making any assumptions or casting any suspicions. "Do you play?" she wondered. The ability to play musical instruments was pretty common in Japanese school children, though she also hated the way music was taught in school so... she'd not comment on that further. As they moved on and she finally got around to an explanation about her therapist, it would seem that the Masked Boy though her new one was better than her old one. He also claimed that the old one's manner of thinking was dumb. She had a feeling that he said such things often, but that was fine. "It is... making friends is hard, but I've managed to make a few.." she confirmed with a sense of satisfaction. Ah but this lad would continue proving himself a pervert. The words he spoke about that character 'Aki' made Miko's face go aflame. Those words traveled, from his mouth to her ears, and spread across her mind, and when that occurred her face flashed the most intense shade of red. She instantly started to visualize such a thing happening, not even with her created avatar body, which likely wouldn't vary much, but her current form. She blanked her mind, closed her eyes created darkness. "Box it. Deep. Dark. Quiet. Close it. No light. NSFW!" it was like she was chanting a mantra. And surprisingly enough, she managed to fold it in, before she started to question herself. "Don't do that... Don't put images in my head..." Miko managed while her hands were over her face, trying to cool her flesh. That was almost a melt down, she was pouting. So much progress and still a simple comment had her about to go nuclear, she was pouting after that.
Meanwhile, she'd be finding out why genocide wasn't a deal breaker for this lad who probably should have found her much more unhinged than he did. And what would she take from that statement, "That amount of pragmatism could be mistaken for villainy. Luckily I know benevolent dictators when I hear them~" Miko confirmed, even so, she didn't see it as such. Beyond that point, she agreed with him to a certain extent, but they were moving on... to the co-op sequel 'Don't Starve: Together.' "Really? I hadn't looked too far into it, but I do always enjoy a bit of game lore. And if it's like that... I'd definitely play. Box it." that one was a simple thing to remember, easily set aside for a later time when she saw it or felt like playing something new. And Miko was skittishly approaching the lad getting ready to, reach into his pants. While she might have been playing at brave, and her decision to do this thing was likely surprising... that freak-out was still happening, it was just... a part of her internal monologue. 'I'm about to reach into a boy's pants. That should be fine, mostly but what if... I touch his meat?! I mean... it shouldn't be too surprising, given what Kaya-sen says about stuff like that, but what if... it's weird meat?! What if I like it?! If I like it... I'm not going to stop touching it... that's just how I am... and then what will I be? That weird girl who touches weird meat?!' she was panicking. But still, steadily moving forward, and unzipping pants carefully and undoing buttons. 'It's okay. Be calm. Be careful. It's just pants... I can do this... I'll just be really careful...' she thought to herself. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was trying her best not to breathe. And then... 'I mean, if I do like it, why does it matter?' Whatever the case half her thought process disappeared in a moment that could be blamed on fluster. Her red face showed it, but her hands were surprisingly steady and nimble. She'd reach in to his pants, initially her finger would just barely graze his boxers, then... she'd reach further slightly to the right and.. slip her fingers around fabric she was quite used to the sensation of her own panties. So careful was she... deep concentration furrowed her brow and light breaths were all she could manage as she... plucked free her undergarments.
Meanwhile, Rita was helping volunteer the group for wakeups when it became necessary. Rita would be following in the steps of the others, taking a shot to her face, mouth and chest, but she was a bit readier than most. That spillage onto her face and chest didn't bother her much at all. And beyond that, since the dick was already out, she moved to put her mouth around it too. She wasn't the type to panic about other people's bodily fluids especially not those women's she was prone to ingesting directly anyways. By the time Saori had taken Rangiku off the man's hands, Rita would find herself with a warm hand atop her head. Well, who didn't enjoy being coddled. As a masochist, after care, and pampering were just as important as the pain parts. As for her thirst, "Look honesty, I've been thirsty for months... I'm just making up for lost time~" she said pointedly. Regardless, she'd continue to run her tongue along this man's shaft and allow him the freedom to test her gag reflex. She'd been drinking a bit, he should have a pretty decent amount of freedom with it if he wanted to try. Rita would also be taking regular amounts of initiative and using her own hands, to stroke near his base.
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