Not what I said, but if it gets you to drop it? Sure. Why do you care? Do you actually hate pussies?
[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
[Dodger bravely stops himself from answering with no, they're the only part of women worth dealing with.
Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
I'm terrible at empathizing with people, but you can't even imagine what a different person even looks like. Maybe this is why you just sell the information rather than use it. There are a million reasons why any of those things are true. Control, pride, terrible self worth. Maybe people hinge their worth in bed on your enjoyment. Maybe someone achieves greater self satisfaction from a role or performance than they do physical satisfaction from direct touch. Getting off? Yeah maybe that's nice in the moment, but perhaps seeing a man on his knees with his lashes dotted with tears from choking on a toy is worth more. Get a better imagination or admit you could never have taste as eclectic and refined as mine!
[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
[Dodger is listening, even if his expression makes it seem like he's not. That seems fair enough - Viktor clearly has self-worth issues, even ignoring his anxiety around activating his powers during sex, and John seems very set on the idea that others' pleasure is the only thing that really matters to him. He knows these things intellectually, he just cannot put himself in that mindset.
That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
[Tohsaka laughs in a way that sounds like it was meant to be haughty but actually came out in just a tipsy, silly giggle. All composure she was maintaining while sitting seems to crumble as she tries to stand. Clearly needing to brace herself against the restaurant furniture because of the sway the alcohol has put in her step.]
Sure, I can grind you under my heel in any spot. Hahaha...
[Dodger lets out a little huff - rather than laughter, this is just bemusement. Somehow he's here again... chattering about sex with someone who barely likes him and is too drunk to do anything fun anyway. And for once, he feels weird about anything he could do to take advantage of her.]
Here. Hold this.
[He gets up, presses the still-closed bottle of whiskey into her hands, and then just scoops her up. She's small enough that he can just hold onto her with one hand, and that leaves the other free to make sure she's got her metal cat, and pat her skirt down if it rides up.
The alcohol is starting to hit him a little. He's got the sort of fun buzz that doesn't impede his movement yet, but he wouldn't mind shotgunning that bottle to catch up with her. Right now, though, unless she objects he's just gonna focus on paying and getting them out of there.]
[If there is anything left of the bottle they were pouring shots from she'll complain about leaving it behind, but otherwise he'll just get a small yelp of surprise from the sudden lift.
Rin tucks her legs. An attempt to make herself more compact to avoid getting dropped from any unbalanced tipping. One arm curls to tuck the unopened bottle against her chest while her other arm loops around Dodger's neck.]
[There's a little left of that bottle, but he's fine wasting it. He can always get more and it'll be harder to carry.]
I'll keep that in mind, princess.
[His tone is light, almost affectionate. And if nothing else, he's strong enough that she barely affects his center of gravity, although he certainly appreciates her sticking close to him.
Meal paid for, he opts to leave on foot - his teleportation feels awful for the other person, he'd rather not put her through that while she's drunk. She does not, however, get to stop him from smoking. The second they're out of the Cardinal, he's pulling out his Lucky Strikes and lighting one.]
So. Am I bringing you back to your place or finding somewhere quiet for you to step on me?
[Might as well confirm, now that the alcohol is properly hitting her. She'll have a better sense for what she can handle than he does.]
[Like a dull knife Dodger's habits sting inside her. The nickname, the same cigarette brand with its acrid smell... What an awful, twisted girl she is. Wishing that the person holding her while reflecting herself was a different scarred man who makes her feel as if she stands before a mirror.
The guilt and yearning mix inside her like milk and tea. Once combined impossible to separate. It makes her pout and nuzzle in against the crook of Dodger's neck.]
I don't wanna go back.
[I don't want to be the adult I've pretended to be since childhood.]
[Dodger startles a little when she nuzzles into him. He sort of expected to have to fight her on letting him smoke, or at least deal with some comment about the smell. She must be... more drunk than he thought.]
I'll find us a spot, then.
[His skin warms up, until he feels like a heated blanket. It's the best he can do to reciprocate the affection while he's walking, trying to remember where the nearest Mating Season pod is.]
Don't fall asleep, by the way. Or I'll just leave you there.
[He won't, he'd feel weird about it. But he also feels weird about coming off as entirely caring.]
[A pause. She simply holds onto them while looking over the logo for the box. The heat he gives off makes her uncomfortable. The alcohol, her sweater dress, and his radiating warmth almost lulled her to sleep until she wanted to instead start wiggling out of her clothes. Thankfully he's holding her in such a way that she doesn't attempt it just yet.]
[Dodger nods, and waves the flames away. Sure, then she can just... hold the cigarettes and feel whatever she's feeling. He doesn't really get it, but aside from being distinctly aware of where his cigarettes are until they end up back in his pocket, he doesn't really think much of it.]
Not really. But it's cheap, and cigarettes are cigarettes. The man that raised me smoked them, his father smoked them, and now I do.
[That's really all the thought that went into his brand loyalty. That, and the feeling of something clicking that he sometimes gets from different things. Ayn Rand novels, songs by the Ink Spots, pictures of the deep ocean. That feeling is much harder to explain.]
[Something between displeasure and relief wells up inside her. Good, there's no connection, but still...]
Okay, so I see them around because they're cheap. That's all I needed to know.
[Frankly? She's bored with them now. Her grip loosening enough that he's welcome to take them from her if he'd like. Ugh... why can't dudes just look elegant and smell refined and—
Well, maybe she just has a lean toward more effeminate types, even if she likes both. She huffs a very sigh much like the type a house pet would that makes a person want to say, "What? Like you pay rent?"]
[That sigh honestly does make him think of his dog. It's a rare sound from Crusher - he does have things to worry about, because he lives with an incredibly unstable man who does not like dogs. But Dodger's heard it enough times at least to make the connection, and let out a little amused sigh through his nose while he takes his cigarettes back.]
I've seen a couple people that smoke the same kind, yeah.
[He's pretty sure he smelled them on Dabi, the one time they were together. Although Dodger honestly can't tell most brands apart by smell, he just knows the Lucky Strikes smell by heart.]
No. They smell disgusting, they ruin your health, and the recurring cost sounds like a nightmare. I just... I have a friend who smokes them too. Wanted to know if there was anything special about them.
[Being self loathing and slotting yourself with bottom barrel cigs just sounds like something he'd do too. So the reason being "they're cheap" makes sense. Funnily enough, that certain someone she's been thinking of is Dabi.]
Money has to go somewhere. I'm not really spending it on anything else.
[He got himself a decent wardrobe, even if it's a lot of copies of the same items, he's got a guitar and he's not too fussy about luxuries. So almost all of his money goes into food, coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, heroin and lube. And semi-frequently into dates.]
There's a Mating Season pod near here. Around that corner.
[He pauses.]
They usually listen better to higher-ranks, but you're... wrecked. So up to you, if you think you can set it up, otherwise I'll handle it.
[Dodger tips his head, and lets out an amused snort.]
Sure. Then you can talk to them.
[All according to plan... because he does not want to talk to the staff if he can help it, and he didn't have a plan for what sort of room to ask for. But once they get to the desk, he carefully helps her back to her feet and just sort of.... looms behind her while she handles things.]
[Tohsaka uses the clerk counter to help balance her weight. With that handled, plus spitefully determined focus, she convincingly passes as sober. Demanding a clean, comfortable space to engage in a "bonding game" which convinces the staff they'll be using the pod for intended purposes. The staff tells them pod #9 should suit their needs, and any charge will (damages, refreshments, etc) will be sent to her watch after their stay.
Tohsaka nods, but rather than walking off she... looks back over her shoulder at Dodger. Expecting him to pick her up again.]
[Dodger pauses at first, briefly expecting to follow her or (more likely) to pick her up when it became apparent she couldn't walk. But the expectant look gets another amused noise from him, and he obligingly picks her back up.
This close to the destination, it's even more tempting to teleport. But he really doesn't want her to get sick from it. So he'll be good, he'll walk there, even if that means Rin gets to watch him struggling to open the door. He's gotten far more practice with opening them since coming here, but there were years before where he only ever teleported through walls, so the muscle memory just isn't there. He'll get it eventually, though, and maybe it'll just come off as him being more drunk than he's letting on.]
[Look, when you have a man as your magical familiar just casually tote you around like you're some light-as-a-feather shoulder cat it's easy to get used to fast when someone else tries it. Not only that, but almost instinctual is the impulse to request anything she knows will save her from further embarrassment (though with the alcohol cutting through her inhibitions and impulse control, that sometimes falters).
Tohsaka cannot help herself from snickering when Dodger fumbles with the door, but she quiets once they're in. The pod is fashioned in a cozy way that fits her "comfortable" request. The entire "flooring" is fashioned like if a recessed couch was built wall-to-wall. Above them is a projection of a night sky with countless stars and a galaxy band to make one feel like they're stargazing at a campsite rather than stuffed in a pod. When they first step in there's a small table to place refreshments and a non-cushioned spot to kick off shoes. The table has mood lighting to act as a replacement for a fire pit, and allows the two to see each other just fine in the "dark" of the pod. Various shapes and sizes of throw pillows are also available to up the comfort factor.]
[Interesting... this is problem the closest to being out in nature that Dodger would actually want, and it's definitely not something he would have thought of himself. But it's nice, it's cozy. It kind of makes him wish he had his guitar on hand.
He kicks off his shoes before setting Rin down again, and taking the whiskey bottle from her. He works on opening it idly while she's getting settled, looking around to take in the room, but he doesn't want to move too far away from her - just so he can catch her if she stumbles.]
Good pick. [He knocks back the bottle, and drinks a quarter of it immediately.] Do you remember whose turn it is?
[Because he sure doesn't, but the game seems to be the best way to connect with her so far.]
[Despite the fact that Rin has to settle herself on the cushioned area before she kicks off her pumps does not deter her from puffing out her chest and proclaiming:]
Does it really matter? You couldn't even open the door! Ask away. You hardly even make me drink all that often.
[Okay, but Rin is petite. Even without the mutant shit Dodger has going on, she simply has less mass to her than he does and still would go down easier.]
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[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
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Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
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[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
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That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
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Sure, I can grind you under my heel in any spot. Hahaha...
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Here. Hold this.
[He gets up, presses the still-closed bottle of whiskey into her hands, and then just scoops her up. She's small enough that he can just hold onto her with one hand, and that leaves the other free to make sure she's got her metal cat, and pat her skirt down if it rides up.
The alcohol is starting to hit him a little. He's got the sort of fun buzz that doesn't impede his movement yet, but he wouldn't mind shotgunning that bottle to catch up with her. Right now, though, unless she objects he's just gonna focus on paying and getting them out of there.]
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Rin tucks her legs. An attempt to make herself more compact to avoid getting dropped from any unbalanced tipping. One arm curls to tuck the unopened bottle against her chest while her other arm loops around Dodger's neck.]
If you drop me it's automatic forfeit.
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I'll keep that in mind, princess.
[His tone is light, almost affectionate. And if nothing else, he's strong enough that she barely affects his center of gravity, although he certainly appreciates her sticking close to him.
Meal paid for, he opts to leave on foot - his teleportation feels awful for the other person, he'd rather not put her through that while she's drunk. She does not, however, get to stop him from smoking. The second they're out of the Cardinal, he's pulling out his Lucky Strikes and lighting one.]
So. Am I bringing you back to your place or finding somewhere quiet for you to step on me?
[Might as well confirm, now that the alcohol is properly hitting her. She'll have a better sense for what she can handle than he does.]
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The guilt and yearning mix inside her like milk and tea. Once combined impossible to separate. It makes her pout and nuzzle in against the crook of Dodger's neck.]
I don't wanna go back.
[I don't want to be the adult I've pretended to be since childhood.]
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I'll find us a spot, then.
[His skin warms up, until he feels like a heated blanket. It's the best he can do to reciprocate the affection while he's walking, trying to remember where the nearest Mating Season pod is.]
Don't fall asleep, by the way. Or I'll just leave you there.
[He won't, he'd feel weird about it. But he also feels weird about coming off as entirely caring.]
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[This is fine. It's okay. She certainly has her priorities in order. Rin will definitely be sober by ten—
Oh, she's trying to grab at the cigarette pack before he stuffs it back away.]
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Need a light?
[He's just assuming that is what she's going for, so he snaps his fingers to light them on fire, and hold out for her like a lighter.]
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[A pause. She simply holds onto them while looking over the logo for the box. The heat he gives off makes her uncomfortable. The alcohol, her sweater dress, and his radiating warmth almost lulled her to sleep until she wanted to instead start wiggling out of her clothes. Thankfully he's holding her in such a way that she doesn't attempt it just yet.]
Is this brand popular?
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Not really. But it's cheap, and cigarettes are cigarettes. The man that raised me smoked them, his father smoked them, and now I do.
[That's really all the thought that went into his brand loyalty. That, and the feeling of something clicking that he sometimes gets from different things. Ayn Rand novels, songs by the Ink Spots, pictures of the deep ocean. That feeling is much harder to explain.]
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Okay, so I see them around because they're cheap. That's all I needed to know.
[Frankly? She's bored with them now. Her grip loosening enough that he's welcome to take them from her if he'd like. Ugh... why can't dudes just look elegant and smell refined and—
Well, maybe she just has a lean toward more effeminate types, even if she likes both. She huffs a very sigh much like the type a house pet would that makes a person want to say, "What? Like you pay rent?"]
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I've seen a couple people that smoke the same kind, yeah.
[He's pretty sure he smelled them on Dabi, the one time they were together. Although Dodger honestly can't tell most brands apart by smell, he just knows the Lucky Strikes smell by heart.]
You're not looking to pick up the habit, are you?
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[Being self loathing and slotting yourself with bottom barrel cigs just sounds like something he'd do too. So the reason being "they're cheap" makes sense. Funnily enough, that certain someone she's been thinking of is Dabi.]
Do you know where you're going?
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[He got himself a decent wardrobe, even if it's a lot of copies of the same items, he's got a guitar and he's not too fussy about luxuries. So almost all of his money goes into food, coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, heroin and lube. And semi-frequently into dates.]
There's a Mating Season pod near here. Around that corner.
[He pauses.]
They usually listen better to higher-ranks, but you're... wrecked. So up to you, if you think you can set it up, otherwise I'll handle it.
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I am not wrecked! I'm speaking just fine and not even forgetting my words.
[Hmph! She turns her nose up at him.]
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Sure. Then you can talk to them.
[All according to plan... because he does not want to talk to the staff if he can help it, and he didn't have a plan for what sort of room to ask for. But once they get to the desk, he carefully helps her back to her feet and just sort of.... looms behind her while she handles things.]
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Tohsaka nods, but rather than walking off she... looks back over her shoulder at Dodger. Expecting him to pick her up again.]
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This close to the destination, it's even more tempting to teleport. But he really doesn't want her to get sick from it. So he'll be good, he'll walk there, even if that means Rin gets to watch him struggling to open the door. He's gotten far more practice with opening them since coming here, but there were years before where he only ever teleported through walls, so the muscle memory just isn't there. He'll get it eventually, though, and maybe it'll just come off as him being more drunk than he's letting on.]
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Tohsaka cannot help herself from snickering when Dodger fumbles with the door, but she quiets once they're in. The pod is fashioned in a cozy way that fits her "comfortable" request. The entire "flooring" is fashioned like if a recessed couch was built wall-to-wall. Above them is a projection of a night sky with countless stars and a galaxy band to make one feel like they're stargazing at a campsite rather than stuffed in a pod. When they first step in there's a small table to place refreshments and a non-cushioned spot to kick off shoes. The table has mood lighting to act as a replacement for a fire pit, and allows the two to see each other just fine in the "dark" of the pod. Various shapes and sizes of throw pillows are also available to up the comfort factor.]
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He kicks off his shoes before setting Rin down again, and taking the whiskey bottle from her. He works on opening it idly while she's getting settled, looking around to take in the room, but he doesn't want to move too far away from her - just so he can catch her if she stumbles.]
Good pick. [He knocks back the bottle, and drinks a quarter of it immediately.] Do you remember whose turn it is?
[Because he sure doesn't, but the game seems to be the best way to connect with her so far.]
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Does it really matter? You couldn't even open the door! Ask away. You hardly even make me drink all that often.
[Okay, but Rin is petite. Even without the mutant shit Dodger has going on, she simply has less mass to her than he does and still would go down easier.]
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