25 Unicorn Ct; Saturday Morning, Pre-Picnic [ 08/28 ].

[boobs_and_bombs]

Flanked by two men with very jaunty caps and wearing both a traveling cloak and a prosthetic arm, Kūkaku had made her way to the little island where she was to teach and hadn't thought too poorly of it so far. Of course, most of the activity was happening down at the picnic, which might have given her a false perception, but it was quiet, the kind

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[on_her_korhal]

The noise was telling, yes.

As was the sudden intrusion of chatter in Kerrigan's mind. She had intended to take off for the picnic soon enough, but she had also intended to communicate with River about her recent troup movements, and that effort was now... disturbed.

That thudding was the sound of Kerrigan's feet against the stairs, and that creaking was the sound of the door, and that lift of Kerrigan's eyebrow...

... made no noise at all.

[boobs_and_bombs]

"Hi!" Kūkaku greeted the other woman cheerfully. "You live in this shithole?"

No one could claim she didn't know how to start a conversation.

[on_her_korhal]

Kerrigan's lip curled up to match her eyebrow.

"Unfortunately," she said. "Who wants to know?"

[boobs_and_bombs]

"I'm Shiba Kūkaku," she offered, hitching a thumb toward her ample bosom. "These here are Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko. We're going to live in this joint."