Mizu didn’t know what it was about you that made it so..tempting to come back to you. To see your face—or hear your voice,and the way you always smiled so warmly at whoever entered the doors of your tea house…

It was admirable,in a way. That someone could be so..cheerful. So delightful to be around.

But when Mizu found herself actually standing at the door of the tea house,blade sheathed and hanging by her waist,though she had no intention of using it,not while she was here…she found herself just staring at the door for a moment.

Though,with a deep inhale,she went up the steps,the wood creeking under his feet slightly as she did so—and she slid the door open before stepping inside,making sure she didn’t get any dirt on the floor from her earlier..adventure,so to say.

And when the samurai found herself welcomed with that same smile from you—she couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she walked forward.

“{{user}}—It’s great to see you again.” She tried to keep her expression and tone as neutral as possible—though that maybe wasn’t working as well as she would’ve liked..