Pre-Contendorship Finals

"I'm still sorry," she repeated. "Sorry for what happened, at the very least. I can understand why you reacted like that."
Kirin's dimples bobbed up a bit more. "It's a tense sort of day," she said, patting Masane's hand. "For everybody."

Her eyebrows raised a bit and she only half-consciously fixed her towel. "Ah. Have they given you the title yet? Or are they waiting on my tired old bones to fight my last match first?"

Masane nodded. "Things will be better tomorrow." She agreed, then smiled. "Yeah, I have the belt. It's tucked away safely in my locker..."

"Where it belongs," Kirin said with a nod, putting a friendly arm over Masane's shoulder. "I know I could stand to collapse in a heap onto a bed about now." She smiled and winked at her. "If I were an ordinary weakling, of course. But us strong girls, we've got to show we're made of tougher stuff."

Masane chuckled a little. "Yeah... true. Only one match left for you, right?"

Kirin nodded. "Mm. Looks like it's down to the Yankee or that tricky Chigusa girl. Both tough, best I can tell." She smiled anyway. "I guess I can count on them giving eachother hell, though, so at least they'll be as pooped as I am."

Masane nodded with a small chuckle. "Well.. I'm back off to the med room. I just wanted to congratulate you on your win and wish you the best of luck in your next match." She said.

Kirin smiled warmly at her. "Thank you," she said in a heartfelt tone. "Thank you very, very much Masane." She'd hug her tightly against her big warm body, beaming immensely as her nearly naked breasts squashed into her. "Good luck on your reign as champ as well," she said, still holding the hug. "Make it one to remember, and if I win, I'll make sure to keep the riffraff away from your challengers."