[ several things happen at once. first, and perhaps most obviously, is the abortive gesture marco makes when she grabs hold of his leg; the tension that had put him on guard ever since she revealed those delicate shoulders seems to have chosen "fight," and so he has to actively stop himself from shying away, instead gripping hard on the armrests of the chair and staying very, very still. next is the flood of color that blooms from his neck, splattering up into his ears and the apples of his cheeks. and last, but certainly not least, is the unmistakable twitch of his cock in obvious response. interest, undoubtedly, but whether it be for the confidence in her town, the possessive way she holds and marks him, or the brief sting of pain from the bite... or a combination of all three, who can say.
marco certainly finds himself struggling with saying much of anything, now. ]
I — see.
[ well. well? what does one even do after that? tohsaka looks like she has a good handle on things... ]
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marco certainly finds himself struggling with saying much of anything, now. ]
I — see.
[ well. well? what does one even do after that? tohsaka looks like she has a good handle on things... ]
I'm in your hands, then.
[ maybe even literally?? ]