( he's not sure how he feels about 'a splash', but it could be worse. he's not against swimming, if that's on the docket--and thinking about cramming into a bathtub with her? he doesn't think she would ever ask him, of all people, to join her in something like that
he's snickering about the thought, a little, as he gives a knock to her door about an hour later; he's at least dressed, a pair of skinny jeans and a loose, oversized black t-shirt with some band he's never heard of scrawled across the front. likely another thing the golden peacock has made up, here.
hanging off one wrist is a relatively small gift bag, striped white and red, with purple tissue paper sticking out of the top. )
[There's little time between his arrival and Rin answering the door. She greets him while wearing a simple cranberry-colored sweater dress and black tights. Her Rank 9 suite may not be as lavish as Dabi's Jack or Fuuta's Ace, and it might look laughably antique in comparison too, but when she answers the door he's immediately welcomed in. A small, petty part of her wants to block him out for a bit, but upon seeing the gift bag her nerve to do so immediately crumbles. Instead Dabi is lead toward the kitchen where at the small island is two bowls of noodles, and a chilled broth for them to pour over.
It becomes clear why she wanted the hour to prepare, and that she remembered what he claimed his favorite dish was.]
It may be late, but I still come through.
[It's bukakke udon! Get it? How many levels of word play can we fit?]
( he can't help it--he sizes her up a little, a glance up and then back down again--one brow cocks, but he leaves it at that. she's right, though: red is a good color on her, which will help him with what's in the gift bag.
he does at least have the good graces to leave his shoes by the door as he steps inside, giving a cursory glance around as she leads him--the place looks good, even if it's a little rich for his tastes. feels like he's stepped into an actually lavish hotel. )
...Seriously? ( with a soft snort of breath, as he sets the gift bag onto the island: there's a soft thunk with it, but it's nothing too heavy. ) Thought this was your birthday.
( with a dry smile, he eases to lean a little against the island, rather than find anywhere to sit. )
I may get along poorly with others, but no one can ever say I'm not reliable when my word is on the line.
[Does she twist herself into a knot and become the worst type of hypocrite when it comes to her feelings? Yes. However with anything else Rin Tohsaka pulls through. She pulls out a chair for him — something akin to a bar-stool to eat at the island because there's no true dining room. Rin herself hops up (yes, hops up; she's so short) into the seat beside that one pulled out.]
Besides, I expected you might want to show off. So I decided not to be one-upped.
[She threatened him with something for his birthday, and here it is! Maybe a month or so late, but she rarely meets with him in person.]
Hey, I'm not showing off. Just doing what a guy should.
( there's a lazy shrug--but he does at least hook against the bar stool so that he can slide up into the seat next to her, settling down comfortably.
with a playful clap of his hands together-- ) Thanks for the meal.
( he is, however, elbowing over the bag before he can start eating the noodles; if she wants to open it now, she can, or wait until later. inside of it is a small envelope with a meal voucher for two for the red cardinal; beneath that, wrapped in tissue paper, is an expensive-looking red bottle of perfume, something with floral notes, mostly, and a base of sandalwood. honestly, he hadn't understood it much either, except that the scent made him think of her.
of course, beneath that, is a carefully-wrapped set of red lingerie (nsfw)--besties help besties get laid, or something like that. )
[Because Rin is confident in her cooking skills she doesn't sit on tenterhooks watching him eat. Instead she takes Dabi elbowing the bag over as an invitation to start rummaging through the tissue paper. The meal ticket for two causes her to knit her brow some, and when she gets to the perfume Rin will uncap it to take a small sniff.
The floral scent is pleasant, but the sandalwood base note twists her feelings a bit. With sandalwood as its base she almost feels as if it's not "girly enough" to mask her... Well, everything. Sure, the scent as a complete experience is spot on, but that hint of something not explicitly feminine worries her. If only because she's still too caught up in trying to "make up" for what she perceives as her most undesirable traits.
For now? She doesn't dig far enough in to be scandalized by the lingerie.]
( and since she's rummaging through the gift, that means he's rummaging through the noodles, slurping them up without any kind of worry; if she wanted to poison him, she would have done it already, or at least in a better way.
his gaze goes sidelong, but he hates watching people unwrap gifts, especially when they're from him. so he's settling, eating, even trying to sit more politely than usual; it's only when she talks that he tilts to look at her a little. )
...It's your birthday. ( a bland glance, almost suspicious on his end, instead. ) If you don't like it, you can definitely return it for something else.
( embarrassed, he turns back to his bowl; now one of his legs is wiggling on the rung. )
( there's a roll of his eyes, like he intends to argue with her--but then, around a mouthful of noodles that he nearly chokes on, she holds the top out like it's going to bite her.
wheezing, he forces himself to swallow, before he tilts, as though staring at her, then at the lingerie top, then back at her. )
What, is it too big? ( teasing, obviously, as he carelessly wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. )
[...Right. She's only wearing a sweater dress and tights. She only realizes this after hopping down from the bar stool and turning her back to him. With a huff she decides what to do.
Rin peels off the dress. Grabbing the hem and pulling it up over her head, and then setting it aside on one of the stools. She then tries to fiddle with the strappy top, but since the underbust band doesn't have latches and the halter is loose she finds wearing it difficult. There are small friction buckles to adjust the straps, but fixing them wouldn't help her case (in fact it might fit just right if they were properly cinched). Instead she simply uses her palms to cup her own tits - pressing the ribbons against her nipples - and turns around looking dissatisfied and a little bashful.]
The resort gives out lingerie sets as freebies on birthdays. Can you really make a case for this thing?
( his gaze goes sidelong, watching her move, and it's only once she reaches for the hem of her dress that he jerks his chin back, forcing his gaze down into his bowl. the food's good, but he thinks she already knows she's a good cook; he focuses on continuing with the noodles, not watching her strip out of her dress or mess with the top--instead, he waits until she speaks, swallowing and twisting on his seat to look at her.
there's a harsh swallow, a gulp, like he's trying not to laugh: the color suits the pale hue of her skin, but she's definitely having to hold the ribbons down for dear life; with a long sigh, playful, he eases himself back up onto his feet. )
You're wearing it bad on purpose. ( matter-of-fact, as he closes the distance between them, making a show of flexing his hands together. ) Hold your hair back.
( he rounds on her, warm hands steadying on her sides as though to ensure that her back stays to him as he moves. then, it's careful fingers plucking and tugging at the buckles on the straps, adjusting one way and then quickly fixing it the other way, once he sees the material pull up too high. with another breath, he adjusts them both to match--and then, bodily, slides his hands back to her waist, this time using his touch to slowly turn her back around like a doll.
his eyes, narrowed, go down her breasts, then back up again, and then down again, with a tilt. )
Just gotta tuck this bit in-- ( he does, at least, only gesture, rather than reach in to touch her breasts himself. ) --there. It looks good. You're a brat.
( this is said, at least, with a sloping sort of grin. amused. )
[What a pain. When did he become... likable? Tolerable? Even when he gives her a once-over to admire his work she feels more flattered than annoyed. Maybe it's because Rin can't help but endear herself to those who become "a part of her world". The more they run into each other, the more they talk, the less she's able to convince herself to hate him. Maybe it's so tiring hating herself that doing it twice over is too much? No, that can't be it. It has to be something else.
Whatever it is, it makes Rin's expression twist into a pout. Her eyes darting away to avoid his. Though she does drop her hands so that she can start tucking her tits more properly into the sorry excuse for "cups" this lingerie has.]
Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, kettle.
[Does that make her 'pot'? Tohsaka looks down at her chest. It shows way more skin than the two sets she got from the house, and with the dinner vouchers and perfume she's sure he spent way more than she did for his meal. She'll have to make it up to him at some point. Maybe add a little extra effort the next time she decides to pay him back.
For now she'll return to her bowl to eat. She's not exactly shy about getting naked in front of people in the resort anymore. Especially when it's behind closed doors. So sitting around in tights and a lingerie top doesn't bother her much.]
At least someone likes it. How was your birthday by the way? Enjoy it?
( he eyes her for a moment, considering, but she retreats easily enough, and with a soft breath through his nose, bemused, he retreats back to his seat all the same. it's a little funny, really, to see the lingerie in movement, given that he doubts he'll ever see her wear it again; it's definitely more the sort of thing that should be worn while lounging around, though he's not going to say that out loud.
it's also one of the first times that he's actually dedicated to finishing the bowl entirely, given the way he's scraping up the last of it to ensure that he leaves it as clean as possible.
his brows lift at the question, but he does have the manners to swallow his mouthful before continuing. )
It was fine. ( there's a slight lift of his shoulder up, then down, a half-shrug. ) I'm guessing you feel the same way, but it's kinda weird when everyone's so focused on you...
( said in a mumble around his chopsticks-- ) Even if you want it, it just doesn't feel quite right.
[An odd little smile settles on her lips. Not mirthful, but instead melancholic. Looking in mirror and accepting a piece of yourself you haven't liked for quite some time. She watches him quietly as he finishes off his meal and answers her.]
I get it. Or at least I think I do. The way I am makes it difficult for me to understand the struggles of others, but I think I understand this. In fact the only reason people other than you know my birthday now is because they saw me getting bothered by the staff...
[She wasn't sure she could manage a "real birthday" and the only reason she hosted Christmas was an attempt to slowly integrate her sister into her group of... f-words so that they'd know to keep an eye on her. Well, that and the fact that most of the people she knows are incredibly low-rank so she wanted to 'gift' them something nice while not stressing over individual presents.]
If you're still around next year maybe it'll feel different.
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[Oh, she thinks she's so funny. Though the joke hinges on if he'll even show up.]
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he's snickering about the thought, a little, as he gives a knock to her door about an hour later; he's at least dressed, a pair of skinny jeans and a loose, oversized black t-shirt with some band he's never heard of scrawled across the front. likely another thing the golden peacock has made up, here.
hanging off one wrist is a relatively small gift bag, striped white and red, with purple tissue paper sticking out of the top. )
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It becomes clear why she wanted the hour to prepare, and that she remembered what he claimed his favorite dish was.]
It may be late, but I still come through.
[It's bukakke udon! Get it? How many levels of word play can we fit?]
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he does at least have the good graces to leave his shoes by the door as he steps inside, giving a cursory glance around as she leads him--the place looks good, even if it's a little rich for his tastes. feels like he's stepped into an actually lavish hotel. )
...Seriously? ( with a soft snort of breath, as he sets the gift bag onto the island: there's a soft thunk with it, but it's nothing too heavy. ) Thought this was your birthday.
( with a dry smile, he eases to lean a little against the island, rather than find anywhere to sit. )
How come we're not eating something you like?
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[Does she twist herself into a knot and become the worst type of hypocrite when it comes to her feelings? Yes. However with anything else Rin Tohsaka pulls through. She pulls out a chair for him — something akin to a bar-stool to eat at the island because there's no true dining room. Rin herself hops up (yes, hops up; she's so short) into the seat beside that one pulled out.]
Besides, I expected you might want to show off. So I decided not to be one-upped.
[She threatened him with something for his birthday, and here it is! Maybe a month or so late, but she rarely meets with him in person.]
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( there's a lazy shrug--but he does at least hook against the bar stool so that he can slide up into the seat next to her, settling down comfortably.
with a playful clap of his hands together-- ) Thanks for the meal.
( he is, however, elbowing over the bag before he can start eating the noodles; if she wants to open it now, she can, or wait until later. inside of it is a small envelope with a meal voucher for two for the red cardinal; beneath that, wrapped in tissue paper, is an expensive-looking red bottle of perfume, something with floral notes, mostly, and a base of sandalwood. honestly, he hadn't understood it much either, except that the scent made him think of her.
of course, beneath that, is a carefully-wrapped set of red lingerie (nsfw)--besties help besties get laid, or something like that. )
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The floral scent is pleasant, but the sandalwood base note twists her feelings a bit. With sandalwood as its base she almost feels as if it's not "girly enough" to mask her... Well, everything. Sure, the scent as a complete experience is spot on, but that hint of something not explicitly feminine worries her. If only because she's still too caught up in trying to "make up" for what she perceives as her most undesirable traits.
For now? She doesn't dig far enough in to be scandalized by the lingerie.]
Aren't these... a bit too nice?
[She's not suspicious. More confused, really.]
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his gaze goes sidelong, but he hates watching people unwrap gifts, especially when they're from him. so he's settling, eating, even trying to sit more politely than usual; it's only when she talks that he tilts to look at her a little. )
...It's your birthday. ( a bland glance, almost suspicious on his end, instead. ) If you don't like it, you can definitely return it for something else.
( embarrassed, he turns back to his bowl; now one of his legs is wiggling on the rung. )
It won't piss me off or anything, or whatever.
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[I don't deserve this, doesn't get finished. Why? Because she digs in down to the rest. At the bottom she finds that set of lingerie.]
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What the hell is this!?
[She yelps in absolute disbelief while holding the top.]
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wheezing, he forces himself to swallow, before he tilts, as though staring at her, then at the lingerie top, then back at her. )
What, is it too big? ( teasing, obviously, as he carelessly wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. )
Try it on. Let's make sure it works okay.
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[She tries chucking the bag, but it's so light with only the lingerie bottoms that it... just slides along the island a bit ineffectually.]
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Rin peels off the dress. Grabbing the hem and pulling it up over her head, and then setting it aside on one of the stools. She then tries to fiddle with the strappy top, but since the underbust band doesn't have latches and the halter is loose she finds wearing it difficult. There are small friction buckles to adjust the straps, but fixing them wouldn't help her case (in fact it might fit just right if they were properly cinched). Instead she simply uses her palms to cup her own tits - pressing the ribbons against her nipples - and turns around looking dissatisfied and a little bashful.]
The resort gives out lingerie sets as freebies on birthdays. Can you really make a case for this thing?
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there's a harsh swallow, a gulp, like he's trying not to laugh: the color suits the pale hue of her skin, but she's definitely having to hold the ribbons down for dear life; with a long sigh, playful, he eases himself back up onto his feet. )
You're wearing it bad on purpose. ( matter-of-fact, as he closes the distance between them, making a show of flexing his hands together. ) Hold your hair back.
( he rounds on her, warm hands steadying on her sides as though to ensure that her back stays to him as he moves. then, it's careful fingers plucking and tugging at the buckles on the straps, adjusting one way and then quickly fixing it the other way, once he sees the material pull up too high. with another breath, he adjusts them both to match--and then, bodily, slides his hands back to her waist, this time using his touch to slowly turn her back around like a doll.
his eyes, narrowed, go down her breasts, then back up again, and then down again, with a tilt. )
Just gotta tuck this bit in-- ( he does, at least, only gesture, rather than reach in to touch her breasts himself. ) --there. It looks good. You're a brat.
( this is said, at least, with a sloping sort of grin. amused. )
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Whatever it is, it makes Rin's expression twist into a pout. Her eyes darting away to avoid his. Though she does drop her hands so that she can start tucking her tits more properly into the sorry excuse for "cups" this lingerie has.]
Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, kettle.
[Does that make her 'pot'? Tohsaka looks down at her chest. It shows way more skin than the two sets she got from the house, and with the dinner vouchers and perfume she's sure he spent way more than she did for his meal. She'll have to make it up to him at some point. Maybe add a little extra effort the next time she decides to pay him back.
For now she'll return to her bowl to eat. She's not exactly shy about getting naked in front of people in the resort anymore. Especially when it's behind closed doors. So sitting around in tights and a lingerie top doesn't bother her much.]
At least someone likes it. How was your birthday by the way? Enjoy it?
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it's also one of the first times that he's actually dedicated to finishing the bowl entirely, given the way he's scraping up the last of it to ensure that he leaves it as clean as possible.
his brows lift at the question, but he does have the manners to swallow his mouthful before continuing. )
It was fine. ( there's a slight lift of his shoulder up, then down, a half-shrug. ) I'm guessing you feel the same way, but it's kinda weird when everyone's so focused on you...
( said in a mumble around his chopsticks-- ) Even if you want it, it just doesn't feel quite right.
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I get it. Or at least I think I do. The way I am makes it difficult for me to understand the struggles of others, but I think I understand this. In fact the only reason people other than you know my birthday now is because they saw me getting bothered by the staff...
[She wasn't sure she could manage a "real birthday" and the only reason she hosted Christmas was an attempt to slowly integrate her sister into her group of... f-words so that they'd know to keep an eye on her. Well, that and the fact that most of the people she knows are incredibly low-rank so she wanted to 'gift' them something nice while not stressing over individual presents.]
If you're still around next year maybe it'll feel different.