Private Jam Session (Jojo)

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Love | 310

Jojo widened her eyes with surprise at the odd way the girl was speaking, it was definitely something very different than the norm yet she absolutely adored that speech. The tone was different, lovely even. Jojo absolutely adored it and when Sasumi turned to hide the embarrassment, it was absolutely adorable as Jojo only smiled and waited for the changed speech to change back to the one she was used to. Her eyes falling to a normal sight as she looked at Sasumi and kissed her cheek, “You need not apologize for that. I find the tone and sound of that accent of yours to be quite lovely.” Jojo spoke as if being a seducer yet it was not intended at all in that form. To be honest she was always polite having been growing up and her private life hidden from the world all around. Thankfully her grandma was able to do that much for her.

Undoubtedly she did know that she would need to share that private life with Sasumi when she got close enough to her heart, it was beyond a doubt after all. Nonetheless, she smiled all the more, the idea soon to come up with was of course disguises. That was a natural choice that she was quite familiar with as she was notably one who had always worn her disguises from place to place and yet she was giggling again, because this girl did not notice her arm that Jojo so elegantly wiped all makeup from to reveal that tattoo before the kiss. It was definitely interesting yet she would nod, bringing the tattoo’d arm and hand up and tapped her lip as she stepped back a little bit, “How about for a little while we do use disguises, but once we find a good safe place to date, we can go without them?”

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[Sato, Kasumi]

There was always an image to maintain when you were a well-known idol.  Early in her career as one several people had heard Sasumi's regional dialect and told her in varying degrees of politeness that she should work on keeping it under control.  The least polite form was one of the agency's representatives telling her that the fans wouldn't want to hear a girl who 'sounded like a hick'.  So she'd diligently worked towards minimizing its sound and eventually had been able to speak in a proper neutral one instead.  She'd figured a girl with the natural maturity of Jojo wouldn't approve of her country dialect much if at all, but again was surprised.  Jojo kissed her cheek which made the group leader's face get redder again but that wasn't all; her fellow idol said she actually liked the dialect.  This puzzled Sasumi to no end since she'd been led to believe her natural dialect was borderline sinful.  At home she used it all the time around her family but the moment she set foot outside it was back to standard Japanese.

"Well, if you really think that my dialect is pleasing.. can I speak it freely around you, if it's just us?  It's actually a lot of work sometimes just to remember to talk like this," Sasumi inquired, remaining in her standard voice for the moment, "When I'm home I use my normal voice instead, and if you like it I'd be happy to share it with you."

Only when Jojo made the obvious gesture of tapping her lip in thought did Sasumi at long last notice the girl's tattoo.  Being a musician herself she immediately turned her head to the side in an attempt to read the music which was marked onto the other's arm.  As if that wasn't enough she started humming it as she worked out the notes, slower than it should be played of course.  It did sound vaguely familiar though her own taste in music was much more contemporary for the most part.  At Jojo's suggestion for how to go on dates without doing wrong by their idol careers, Sasumi's eyes darted back to her fascinating companion.  Maybe girlfriend would be a good term to use now, since they were talking about going on dates.

"That sounds pretty reasonable to me, Jojo-chan.  It'd sure be a lot easier to safely date as ourselves instead of going out in disguises all the time.  Until then I'll probably need your help figuring out what will be a good disguise to use... maybe a kimono, like you wear?  And a wig, so we kind of match?" she offered her own take on it, finding the thought of matching disguises to be pretty adorable.

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Love | 310

Jojo smiled kindly, her eyes on the girl as she knew she must have surprised her with her liking of the different tones in the girl. To be completely honest, the accent differences made for good conversation plus it also showed how different the two of them were. Such were the things that made people unique and allowed Jojo to enjoy the community that much more. If everyone had a unique trait then it was good instead of the copper molds that relished in the unethical standards of molding many into just the same exact thing. Jojo just hated how it always turned out and frankly it disgusted her that so many relied on those standards rather than be completely true and honest to them and find refuge inside a relatively unique form. That was all she had to go off of though and therefore could easily be sighted as an individual that had many opinions.

“You can use whatever voice you want while around me, even if that voice sounds terrible to some, I find it delightful and enjoyable.” Jojo said with a smile, a light blush along her cheeks that were extremely red only moments ago. Her peace was being made, that was all Jojo really had to go off of though during a small reasonable time like this. But then the girl was talking about disguises and that gave Jojo a reasonable idea of what they could do today, a little bit of a giggle came from her lips as she shook her head at the irony of such a thing. “How about we go to the store sometime and pick out disguises, and slack it off as just two members of the same band going out for some dress shopping. After all, it should not be so strange to see two idols in the same store.”

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[Sato, Kasumi]

Sasumi smiled right back at Jojo as she mentally told herself it was okay to relax on controlling her speech now.  There was usually a constant mental effort to keep it under tabs that she didn't even really think about very much.  Forcing herself to speak politely standard Japanese was such a routine undertaking that she could forget she was consciously doing it.  In public appearances she'd gotten really good at keeping that standard dialect going; it was to the point where most fans had no inkling that she spoke anything but it.  Despite her talent for it, she'd always be more comfortable speaking in Tajima-ben.  If her seemingly aristocratic friend.. well, girlfriend now.. thought it was delightful and enjoyable that just made her even more willing to speak it.  This was one thing that Sasumi could easily agree upon with Jojo.

However helpful her suggestion of going to the store for some disguises might've been intended to be, it actually kind of hurt Sasumi's feelings a tiny bit.  Mostly because the idea of disguises had been getting her unduly excited about the possibility of some light hearted cavorting in matching outfits.  Specifically the kind of kimonos that Jojo usually wore, because what would be cuter than two girls who liked each other wearing matching kimonos with wigs as they hid in plain sight while on a date?  Of course Jojo's suggestion made a lot more sense than what the group leader was imagining, but that didn't make her feel any better.  Actually it did but she still looked a bit disappointed that they wouldn't be using kimonos for disguises.  In fact she frowned and stared over at the one Jojo had brought along with her, letting those imagined hijinks drift away from her imagination.

"I guess if you're thinkin' no kimonos is better, that's for the best," she responded finally, slipping back into her native dialect, "It'd be freakin' cute if we had matching ones, but dresses could be cute too.."

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Kimonos | 322

Jojo was surprised that Sasumi-chan was feeling down on something like dress shopping, until she heard the words about no more kimono disguises. It baffled Jojo that this girl did not know that kimonos were a form of dresses. It made sense to Jojo that the two were one and the same but then again she was not one of the common girls nor anything else. She rather had many traditional outfits but in Jojo’s eyes, every one of her kimonos were known for her sense of fashion, a fashion trend she started when becoming an idol. Getting new kimonos had to make sense to Jojo, or else she would have no other reason to wear such clothing. Therefore, her eyes lit up with a plan, a plan that she could easily understand and speculate upon as it was something she quite thoroughly understood to the point that it was like her back hand.

“Sasumi-chan, you do realize that dresses and kimonos are one and the same. The Chinese dress is similar to a cross breed of the kimono which is the Japanese dress and the European dress which is your frilly loli outfit.” Jojo explained with a giggle to her lips, as she had never once before had to describe such simple things. “So, we can either go out there as we are, or you can wear my kimono that I brought along and I can take you along with me, while I wear a wig, and we can shop and try out some new kimonos.” She smiled, her ideas were unique and frankly it made a little sense for her to utilize such plans. Perhaps this would be the better option, her personal home style kimono was well known but it was also the number one best seller in most kimono stores since she featured it in the cello idol magazine a few months back. “Do we have a date?”

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[Sato, Kasumi]

The connection between kimonos and dresses hadn't been completely made in Sasumi's imagination.  A dress was the western style garment that ranged from simple one-piece sundress to a frilly Loli outfit.  Whereas a kimono was a formal traditional garment that you didn't wear unless an event was very important or special enough to warrant its appearance.  Part of why the idea of cavorting in a kimono was so attractive was how rarely the Afternoon Delight leader got to wear one, as well as it would match Jojo's usual style so well.  Maybe the matching part was the most important part to her, no matter how dorky and cliché it was.  She'd probably be fine once they got going to get the dresses but there was still some disappointment that she wouldn't be able to realize her dream of sharing classy-looking disguises with Jojo.  Then Jojo offered a compromise that was somewhat similar to Sasumi's version and still promised the chance to buy kimonos together.  What really got her was the offer the green haired idol made about wearing a sort of disguise for the shopping trip.  Sasumi's face was red as could be when she understood that it meant wearing not just any kimono, but one that belonged to Jojo herself.

"We-wear your kimono, Jojo-chan?  Are you sure that's okay?" she responded, hesitating to reach out for the folded garment at first.  It was special, a treasure!  You didn't just pick up the kimono that such a well-mannered upper class girl brought along without permission.  Of course her suggesting that Sasumi wear it was probably all the permission she needed but the group leader just wanted to be doubly sure.  Maybe triple sure.  Thankfully they were actually about the same size with Jojo being just a little taller than herself.  The thought of wearing something that belonged to this precious girl, the first girl to kiss her, made her very uneasy about just changing on the spot.  She really wanted to do it, though, so she battled through her embarrassment enough to glance at Jojo with a bemused grin.

"Um.. say, Jojo-chan.. would you help me put it on?  I'm not exactly an expert or anythin' on kimonos," she asked, the idea of Jojo helping her dress up even more exciting than just wearing the other girl's clothes.

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Kimonos | 453

Jojo’s eyes gleamed at the girl, smiling when the connection and realization was finally there, that definitely made it all the better to be honest in all complete sincerity. Whereby, what came next was truly difficult for Jojo to make out in her head. However, she understood that it was definitely something that was there and just went to show how much trust the two held. One trusting her new love to see her body and the other to allow a prized possession to be worn by someone else. Truly, Jojo could already see this as a possibility beyond imagining. Their sizes would not be that far apart, and with kimonos possessing the “one size fits all” category, it allowed and showed itself to be quite the dress. Jojo only nodded and smiled, though her face had gone completely and terribly red as blood when the offer was made because she was not used to dressing others in anything.

In her mind she definitely cursed herself, “This is when a little sister would have been handy.” However, this would not avail for anything to Jojo so she would merely go with it, even with her mind definitely depleting all resources of sanity. Jojo nodded, “Certainly, however can you turn around with your back to me please? That way… Well… That way I won’t be as tempted.” Yes, that was a good way to put it since she herself was only human and knew all too well her own desires of liking both male and female led to carnal desires of a larger bandwidth than most. However, she shook her head, getting such immoral thoughts out. Thoughts of the cute voice that Sasumi-chan would use if she did ‘this’ or the secculant desire from doing ‘that’ and so on and so forth.

Jojo had to keep on the better path of which her face shook and then thoroughly she cleared her mind and even though her face still was red she grabbed up her kimono, both pieces of it as there was the kimono outer layer which held the design and the inner layer of a white robe. Jojo set it on the side and then assisted Sasumi with stripping off the wears she has currently. All the current clothing and such as she would whisper, “I do hope this is alright.” Her hand zipping the tightness away and gently aided in all that was necessary before she would begin aiding in addressing the bottom layer robe which acts the same as a sundress in thin capacity and the similar projects. “We put this bottom robe on to aid in the kimono for breathing, and insulation which is entirely needed for the kimono itself.”

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[Sato, Kasumi]

This would all be a lot easier, perhaps, if Sasumi were to just undress herself in private so that she wouldn't have the sense of someone beautiful and sweet standing just over her soulder.  That in itself was not a bad thing but what Sasumi's imagination was doing to it wasn't helping her stay on task.  She was very excited at the opportunity to try on any kimono since she hardly ever had the opportunity on normal occasions.  This wasn't just a kimono but one that personally belonged to a girl she'd just confessed to and kissed.  It was silly to think that garments belonging to someone she'd fallen for would be in any way more intimate than sharing a kiss had been.  Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling that this was something daring, provocative and maybe even taboo that she was about to do.  Kimonos were nice in that they could fit many sizes of person but their very close similarity in height and weight would no doubt ensure a better fit.  A better fit in that special purple garment that had been worn by Jojo not so long before.

Sasumi herself was happy to turn her away from the other girl because of how much she was blushing herself.  The thoughts of the lovely, light fabric of the kimono carressing her skin with the great gentleness of a tender lover were doing this no favors.  She did have to wonder what Jojo meant by being 'tempted', though her mind provided a thousand possible answers at once.  All of them made her shiver with anticipation of things that were almost certainly not going to happen. Afternoon Delight's leader slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the one that was far too conservative and proper for just a casual visit from a friend.  Some of the buttons were a little loose and she feared they might fall and be lost should she be too hasty in its removal.  Besides, what message would it send if Sasumi were speedy in undressing?  That she was in a hurry to get her clothes off?  That just wasn't proper with someone classy like Jojo.  Just as she removed her blouse, revealing powder blue underthings below, she felt a presence closer to her.  Her heart pounded faster, her hand hesitating just before reaching for the zipper to her skirt.

A hand was there already, their fingers meeting ever so gently.  Jojo's skilled hands loosened the skirt and the black haired girl trembled at the light, cold brush of the other's hand on her exposed leg. Now freed of her overly dressy clothing she felt terribly exposed yet at a serene peace with that fact. It was safe with Jojo. All she wished was for Jojo to be gentle as she finished taking away the old articles of clothing and preparing to help her get dressed in a kimono. Sasumi gulped as she held her arms out so that the bottom robe could be pulled onto her person properly; she didn't want to mess up the dressing process if she could help it. After a second her left hand reached over and pulled as much of her hair up and off of her back as it could. Long tresses could get in the way just as easily as a lowered arm could, she imagined.  Sasumi stood there blushing, waiting with anticipation for the green haired idol to dress her up, quietly relishing in the possibility of Jojo's gentle touch recurring in the process of dressing.

 “That's interesting.. and I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, Jojo-chan,“ Sasumi spoke in a quiet, more standard Japanese,  falling back into her dialecet for, “I wanna look freakin' pretty for you, and I'm sure you're going to do great.. do you think this headband goes with the kimono?”