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Ruby blushed and pouted at that before being asked to she she wanted a pull up or diaper “…Pull..up.. please “ she said with a blush it was better then wearing something that made her look more infantile -
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I do not pee in the shower. I think it is gross and since the toilet is right there. I use it before I step into the shower. -
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Your wish is my command!! Chapter Six: Joomi “And so you have, Mr. Sharpe.” The words echoed in Adam’s head in the silence that followed. Despite the months of planning, the 30+ hours of travel, and the last few days of thinking of practically nothing but this moment, now that he was standing before her, he was at a loss for words. As seconds dragged into minutes, Joomi’s expression shifted subtly to concern. A micro expression within this change jolted thought back into him, and he bowed as deeply as he could. “It is such an honor to meet you,” he stated loudly from his bent position, staring at his feet, kicking himself for making such a terrible first impression. He saw her fingers delicately touch the stone between them, and a shadow grew as she leaned forward, lowering her head to him as strands of her hair gently slid down her shoulders. “I am honored by your visit,” she responded to him from her own bent position. He stared at the ground, awaiting her to move first, and after a few seconds, they both returned to their upright positions. Still kneeling, Joomi flicked her fingers over her shoulder, indicating behind her. “Would you like to come in for some tea?” “Yes, please,” he smiled sincerely, and she returned in kind. She was careful as she stood up, taking great care to make sure she did not impact him in any way. He looked down at his clothes and patted them, trying to clean off the dust and dirt. “Boja, you should apologize for scaring him,” Joomi managed to warmly chide the tiger, whose head turned to the side in an act of defiance, an ear twitching. “He is unauthorized,” he excused flatly. “Boja,” she tried to sound threatening, but the smile on her face betrayed the attempt. “It’s okay,” Adam chuckled nervously as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing it. “Technically, I was warned… I just didn’t … believe it.” “You were told I am chang-gui?” she wondered as she stepped towards the tiger and playfully flicked one of his whiskers. He turned his head to look up at her, the fur on his face shifting to show all the subtle reactions and movements. He curled around Joomi as he rubbed his head against her, then set his eyes upon Adam, who had been gaping at the lifelike tiger. “Yeah,” he faltered, startled by the eye contact, and broke it to look up to Joomi. “I figured it was just .. local superstition.” “It is,” she winked down to him, then beckoned him to follow her as she began walking down the stone path, a semi-long train from her dress dragging behind. “And you still came?” Boja deadpanned in disbelief, and Adam swore he saw a raised eyebrow from the shift in the fur. “Well, obviously,” Adam drawled as he grinned, but immediately regretted it when the tiger bared his teeth again. “Boja,” Joomi warned again, this time with more threat in her tone, though she did not break stride. The tiger blew air out of his nose, shook his massive head, and started walking in the opposite direction to round behind Adam and follow from behind. The blonde pulled his backpack over his shoulder and began to hastily catch up to the woman. “You are, uh, quite difficult to find,” he commented as he swallowed, not sure how else to start breaking the ice; she only nodded in reply. He ran his tongue over his back teeth as he tried to find the next subject. A few more steps of silence, and they approached the bridge where Joomi paused and extended her hand down to him. He blinked, looking at the bridge and saw where her thoughts went: the bridge was built for someone of her height, with massive gaps between the railings and floor boards, plus her dress was wide enough to be a hazard walking side by side. “Ladies first,” he offered politely with an incline of his head and presenting his open palm forward. His face turned a new shade of scarlet when he heard her giggle in response, but he was gratified that she accepted this as a means for him to save face. Boja hummed behind him, and Adam tossed him a glance, but the tiger was suddenly peering at a very interesting tree to his right. Once she was across, she turned around to wait for him, holding her hands in front of her. He assessed the planks that curved upwards as he stepped forward, trying to navigate this without tripping, all the while not trying to look like he was concentrating. “This place is beautiful,” he commented halfway across the bridge as he admired the details carved in the red posts. “Thank you,” she beamed, her gaze not once leaving him until he had completed crossing. She swept an arm out over the garden before them, leading her forward to continue their walk along the stone path that led to the house. “This home has been in my family for many generations.” “Is the Ma family that old?” he inquired curiously as he surveyed the garden as much as he could while keeping up with her. They passed under a wooden arch that was covered in blooming vines at the sides, and light pink chained flowers dangled from above, the bottoms of which swayed after Joomi passed under. Beyond the arch were two flanking trees of immensely dark wood, and the branches were jagged and sharp in their patterns, yet the red leaves appeared soft and delicate. He appreciated the dichotomy. “Yes,” she confirmed as she brushed a long curtain of hair behind her shoulder. “Our roots are deep.” He nodded, though he wasn’t sure what to say. Littles didn’t have the same opportunities such a legacy – that is to say, their legacy was to join an Amazon’s. Families could be old, which was often its own impressive feat, but that’s about as much as they got. Yet the silence that followed was not wholly uncomfortable. He was lost in thought, and Joomi gave no signs of discomfort. She lifted her foot upon a stone step leading up to the house and placed her hands gently on the wooden frame of the door. When she removed her hand, the door slid open on its own. Adam looked to the right of the door, noting three worn stone figures that had hideous appearances: wide and wild eyes with massive surrounding eyebrows that looked similar to flames, wide open mouths with sharp, canine teeth, and hair or fur surrounding their faces that extended down over their bodies. Once more, he was offered a hand. He looked to the entrance of the home and the large step required to enter, and understood the offer. He swallowed as he looked at her, unsure how many times he could reasonably deny her offers before it became rude. He flashed a grateful smile and placed his hand in hers, his heart skipping when they touched. She gently folded her fingers over his hand, easily fully encompassing it, and held it steady… but she did not pull. He took the massive step, using her firm grip as a counterweight to pull himself up, and then once more onto the floor of the house, and within seconds of his feet landing, she released his hand. He was both gratified and not. The inside of the house was a blend of old and new, sometimes seamless, other times not. Most of the furniture was modern, similar to what he had seen in the hotel lobby, though much larger and looked less worn, and ever so slightly more expensive. But the decor was certainly old. Delicate paper lanterns were hung in particularly safe and honored positions. The walls hosted several framed paintings and scrolls, and although this area appeared to be one large room, it was cleverly divided by large, painted wooden dividers. One was a serene waterscape with fish and birds as the primary focus, another of a crouching tiger in a jungle, and a third of a menacing-looking dragon, staring forward at the center while its body writhed from side to side on the flanking panels. “Hey –” Adam blurted out as he felt forcefully nudged forward by the tiger’s nose, and he let out a short growl that sounded more like a grump. “Move,” he ordered, with a paw in, awaiting the blonde to move further in so he could enter. “Boja, be kind to our guest,” Joomi chided softly, walking towards the kitchen. “There is no protocol for an unknown, unauthorized –” “I authorize him as a guest,” she interrupted firmly, though once more did not break stride or even look to him in this moment. The tiger’s eyes flashed the familiar blue color, and then dipped its head in acknowledgment. Adam flashed the tiger a smile as he stepped both in and to the side to give the massive creature room. Once his tail passed the threshold, the door automatically closed. “Green?” “Sorry?” Adam whirled around to face her. Joomi was holding up a glass jar of tea leaves, and it clicked. “Oh, uh… your preference, please.” She beamed at that and set to work. Instinctively, his tongue rubbed on his fake tooth, and his thumb moved to spin the ring – but it wasn’t there. He gasped as he looked down at his hand and recalled he had taken it off ahead of lunch. He remembered tossing it into his backpack and winced. The tiger suddenly announced something in Goryeoan, and Joomi instantly spun around, her eyes locking with Adam, and he froze. They stared for a beat. “Are you … okay?” she suddenly asked, and her eyes flickered down to his pants. “Yes,” Adam quickly and sharply replied, and the tiger let out a snort that sounded like a laugh. He clenched his jaw and more confidently repeated, “Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” Joomi smiled and returned to making tea. Adam shot a glare at the tiger, who chuffed again in response and began to prowl the room. “You haven’t stated why you wished to meet her,” the tiger observed lowly, dipping into a deep register as he licked his lips. “I wasn’t asked,” Adam retorted despite the shiver running down his spine. “I’m asking now,” Boja replied dryly. “She’s …” Adam stopped as his eyes looked to Joomi, whose back was turned. He frowned, not wanting to speak about her like she wasn’t here. And now that he was on the topic, he could use the words he had long prepared for this moment. “You’re my idol.” She lifted her head in response, and he regretted having said this without being able to see her reaction. She had paused momentarily in her flow, a small cup pinched between her thumb and index finger; she started up after a beat, gently tapping the tea leaves into a teapot with a long handle, turning her head to the side to nod in appreciation. “That is kind of you to say,” she intoned politely, though her smile alluded to a stronger reaction beneath. “It’s the truth,” he pressed as he took a step forward, letting his backpack slide down his arm, and he gently set it down on the floor. He had considered stopping there, but he felt compelled to continue, “When I learned about everything you’ve accomplished … I was inspired.” He briefly glanced at the tiger out of self-consciousness; he hadn’t imagined there to be an audience to this. At least Boja had ceased his prowl and now stood unnaturally still, his heterochromian eyes locked on Adam. The blonde felt a bead of sweat form at his temple, but the words continued bubbling up to his mouth. “So I started reading everything I could,” he confessed. “I read every interview you’ve given… twice. Your genius is obvious in your results, your vision clear in what you make… but I was most struck by your words. You are eloquent, compassionate, kind, humble… and lonely.” Boja growled; Joomi finally turned to fully face him, her face betraying her thus far composed demeanor to reveal both surprise … and sadness. Her mouth gaped at him, and within seconds, she lifted her hand to it, pressing three fingers on her upper lip. “I don’t mean that harshly,” he added gently, not sure if in response to the growl or the look on her face. His breathing became heavy, and he felt that similar feeling that indicated he was about to vomit, but it wasn’t the contents of his stomach that were coming up. He brought a hand up to his heart, laying his hand flatly upon his chest. “I understand it.” She shifted her hand to now press her entire palm against her mouth. “I don’t mean to be impertinent,” he swallowed as he continued, wanting to break eye contact; he didn’t like what seeing her reactions was evoking within him. “If I’m wrong, I will accept that and beg your forgiveness. But I wanted to meet my idol, and tell her… that she doesn’t have to be alone anymore.” He felt his last few words had sucked the air out of the room. Joomi stared at him as the lights of the room wavered in the building pool of tears in her eyes. He saw her swallow, and finally, she was the first to break eye contact as she turned away and rushed through the kitchen to exit the room. Just before she disappeared through a set of curtains serving as a door, Adam saw a hand wipe across her cheek. Boja lowered his head to glare at Adam. The water in the tea kettle began to bubble. Adam gulped.
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