[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.]
[Dodger lets out a huff of laughter, and settles down on the cushions beside her. Close enough that she can lean on him, if she wants, but he isn't going to immediately assume it's welcome.]
I don't usually use doors... just didn't want to hurt you by teleporting.
[Although he honestly wouldn't be surprised if she insisted on getting teleported now out of spite.]
Who's someone you'd be pissed off if you found out I was talking to?
—Tch. You're asking that just because you know it's a guaranteed pass.
[She makes an open-and-closing motion with her hand. A gesture to let him know he should pass the bottle so she can throw back a shot's worth of the whiskey. With the glasses left at the restaurant, well... she'll just take a swig.]
You should feel lucky I haven't taken any other cheap shots yet.
[He's probably going to be drinking most of this bottle anyway... and then he guesses the game will be over, although he can't say whether it matters who won. Rin was always going to get drunk before him, even with him drinking for fun on top of it. Feels more like he's toying with her than anything.]
Hey, you can't say you're not a little surprised about how actually forthcoming I've been! I'm actually a wellspring of information if you ask the right questions!
[After her 'shot', Rin holds onto the bottle. It sits in her lap with her hand around its neck.]
You're a wellspring of information if your pride's on the line.
[Which they share in common.]
My brother and I took kick-boxing classes, and we learned how to shoot. Otherwise, no - I don't really do team sports.
[Despite his musculature, Dodger is not really an athletic person. Most of his exercise comes from fighting or sex, and otherwise he's very content to be sedentary. And more importantly, he's terrible at teamwork.
He reaches to take the bottle back, but if she stops him he's just going to place his hand on her lap.]
You don't already know that one? How much of what you learned about me can actually be used? How much of me actually matters? I make allowances, compromises, and I adapt. Mages are raised to value nothing but their research and final goals. My life isn't my own, and as such most of it is malleable. Flexible to suit my needs. You're not all that different, are you? The scaffolding may wear a different coat of paint, but the end result is the same.
[While Rin may smile, no mirth reaches her eyes. Her free hand waves dismissively as to push away the subject.]
If you could only ask one question and have me answer it without passing what would it be? Or have you already tried it earlier in the game?
[That gives him pause, and he's quiet for a moment while he just mulls that over. She's... very insightful, in a way that Dodger just isn't. He can make observations but he rarely knows what to do with them, and meanwhile she seems to have clocked onto exactly how alike they are. It feels like she's just reading his mind, and that is a very uncomfortable though to have.
Fuck the bottle, actually, he's just sliding his hand between her thighs. With no specific plan, just seeing if she lets him.]
I don't know. I'm mostly making you pass to get you drunk.
[He's gotten answers to all the things he was actually interested in, with a few exceptions. There's no plan here, just... curiosity, without the charisma to sate it with normal human conversation.]
I guess I'm curious why you're not afraid of being around me.
[...Hm. Unexpected is the sincerity with which his final statement is made. It makes her wish the journey to the pod hadn't sobered her up just enough to recognize it. One hand grabs his wrist while the other that she keeps on the neck of the whiskey bottle raises it up. Its opening meets her lips and she puts back a few hearty swallows. A shot for the answers she should have passed on, a shot for the chances he didn't take, and another as a punishment to herself for letting herself get this far.]
What? Like you're supposed to be scary?
["You'd have to be important for me to view you as a threat," is washed away with one final swallow. Unspoken and burned away with the whiskey. Rin thrusts the bottle against his chest, and leans up on her knees to get close enough for him to smell the alcohol on her breath.]
A mage's arrogance is unmatched, you know.
[Dodger's hand is pushed away from her thigh, but only so that she can offload the whiskey bottle on him and start undressing. First for her waist belt, and then for the hem of her sweater dress.]
[Dodger tips his head, and his gaze slides down to focus on her throat bobbing while she drinks. This is, really, what he's confused about. Esikko had also flirted with him about getting drunk and being at Dodger's mercy. It seems like everyone, actually, that Dodger has warned not to get drunk around him has immediately and purposefully gotten themselves drunk. And that's... consent? He thinks???
He doesn't know, the last few weeks have left him sort of idly confused at what anyone wants from him. And it is so much more tempting to take this newest opportunity, than worry about whatever is going to happen once Rin sobers up. He certainly doesn't want to think about the morality of anything he's doing.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Said matter-of-factly - because he's been behaving since he got here, and because he's been careful who he tells about different parts of his past. No one knows exactly how dangerous he is, even if they can guess the shape of it.
Dodger takes the bottle, and drinks whatever's left of it - by the time it's empty, he's starting to feel a proper buzz. Enough to loosen him up, at least, enough that he might stumble later when he gets up. All the while he keeps his good eye on Rin, watching her undress with rapt attention. And once the bottle is empty he pushes it aside, already forgotten, to offer a hand in pushing her sweater dress off.]
[How irritating. Rin has already pushed his hand away once, and yet he comes back for more? The displeasure welling up inside Tohsaka reminds her of the bit of ire that sat heavy in her stomach when Toma told her how pushy Dodger got with him.
The moment the sweater dress is pulled off and discarded she acts. One knee to his chest with the intent of pinning his back into the cushions. One leg against his crotch to provoke his lust to keep him compliant. Two fingers in his mouth pressing down his tongue and aiming at the back of his throat. There is no intent to initiate his gag reflex, but rather to make sure when she casts her spell it will be in that soft area if pink mucosal membrane.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Magical energy gathers at the tips of her fingers. The spell was once a curse simply meant to cause physical ailments in others like muscle aches or symptoms mimicking flu sickness. However over time mages perfected it as offensive magic. Layering that curse over itself like folding steel into a blade. Thus the curse became tangible, and one could even shoot it off like a bullet. Rin uses something between the two here: willing the curse to run his throat raw like he'd been suffer weeks with an awful cough. Enough that it would be painful, enough that he might bleed.
A threat softened by the fact she still uses her body to grind against his cock and coax him to full hardness. A threat eased by the fact she can easily glean he's very much a masochist. She doesn't intend to push him to the point of fighting back. Rin simply wishes to make a point that he isn't the only monster lurking around. And sometimes a monster can wear a pretty face.]
You wish to be a bad dog so deeply, then feel free. Hump my legs until you come — desperate and pathetic as you one-sidedly seek your own pleasure. I'll watch carefully and give your owner tips on how to train you properly.
[Dodger moves easily with her, letting her pin him on his back and opening his mouth to let in her fingers. He doesn't really have a gag reflex, so he isn't worried about that, and it's easy enough to just assume what she's doing is going to be something he wants.
He lets out a choked noise when the spell starts taking hold, feeling like he just got throat-fucked and then getting much worse. It triggers something in him - a memory pushing to the surface, spitting out something sweet and feeling his throat burn like it was full of fire ants. And then another, when she speaks - Dodger saying something along the same lines to a younger man, tugging on a dog collar and forcing him to hump Dodger's leg. Neither memory belongs to this version of Dodger, and his vision blurs a bit while he tries to sort himself out.
It clears quickly enough, but his nose has started bleeding. He makes no attempt to fix it - it too will go away on its own, and he doesn't want to do anything he hasn't been explicitly given permission for. What he does do is obey - his cock is already hardening quickly against her leg, and his hips start to rock slowly to give himself the friction he needs. Dodger's breathing has started to pick up, and it really does sound like a dog panting. And there's something bright in his eyes. Excitement, or fear, or more likely a healthy mix of both.]
[Dodger doesn't even bite. Perhaps that's to be expected. He probably enjoys this. Less a punishment and more of a reprieve from having to be himself. As a "dog" there is only base instincts and following orders. Rin frowns, but not because she is displeased with the outcome. More that she resents being able to understand him. She's so bad at empathizing with others, but in this moment she sees him — and herself — clearly. After all, she had agreed to letting him have what he mentioned earlier (fucking her as he liked, playing at resistance) because she had hoped to use him in a similar way to how he's using her now.
She can recognize this despite the fog that the alcohol has blanketed her world with. Rin knows she yearns for the ability to let go. He seemed like the perfect candidate: reckless, selfish, and just stupid enough that she could lie her way through a cover if he ever noticed something unfortunate. Instead she adds him to the number of guests she has met that talks big but will fold when she pushes. Beneficial for her — it's easier to remain in control this way. Like this she can keep pretending.]
That's right. Bark, whine, and howl all you like. I'm holding the leash.
[Metaphorically speaking. In any case, she kills the spell. The damage to his throat done, she pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to her own. Tasting his saliva as if testing something. Above him like this, in only tights and a black lace bra, she tries focusing on if she can gain any information from what concentration of power might be left on the fluid coating her fingers.]
[Dodger lets out a shuddering breath, as her fingers leave his mouth. His hips slow slightly, and he looks almost disappointed in the loss. But she gave him another order, so he follows it - hesitantly, quietly letting out a woof.
Most of the information Rin will get from his saliva is mundane - he's got whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, and there's a subtle taste of gasoline in there from his powers. Nowhere near as bad as his blood or sweat. His powers aren't magic, but whatever is there is probably most closely aligned with fire magic.
And there's a flicker there, briefly. A singular moment where it tastes more overtly like fire magic, before going back.
It's partly impulse, and partly a desire to get punished further, that drives him to try and touch her again. He just wants to put his hands on her hips for now - to feel her up, or to give himself better leverage while he's rutting against her, he hasn't actually decided yet.]
[...Disappointing. Though if there was truly anything worth understanding about his power through his fluids it would have been through his semen. It usually holds the highest concentration of "life force" (od, qi, tao, mana, whatever someone calls it - in her world it's all the same). With nothing interesting to focus on in his saliva, Rin grabs Dodger by the jaw. The grip is firm, and would be uncomfortable with someone normal.]
Stop. Your jeans will tear my tights, and I don't feel like taking the time to repair them. Take them off, and you can return as you like.
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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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I don't usually use doors... just didn't want to hurt you by teleporting.
[Although he honestly wouldn't be surprised if she insisted on getting teleported now out of spite.]
Who's someone you'd be pissed off if you found out I was talking to?
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[She makes an open-and-closing motion with her hand. A gesture to let him know he should pass the bottle so she can throw back a shot's worth of the whiskey. With the glasses left at the restaurant, well... she'll just take a swig.]
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You should feel lucky I haven't taken any other cheap shots yet.
[He's probably going to be drinking most of this bottle anyway... and then he guesses the game will be over, although he can't say whether it matters who won. Rin was always going to get drunk before him, even with him drinking for fun on top of it. Feels more like he's toying with her than anything.]
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[After her 'shot', Rin holds onto the bottle. It sits in her lap with her hand around its neck.]
Did you participate in any sports as a kid?
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[Which they share in common.]
My brother and I took kick-boxing classes, and we learned how to shoot. Otherwise, no - I don't really do team sports.
[Despite his musculature, Dodger is not really an athletic person. Most of his exercise comes from fighting or sex, and otherwise he's very content to be sedentary. And more importantly, he's terrible at teamwork.
He reaches to take the bottle back, but if she stops him he's just going to place his hand on her lap.]
Why are you okay with me getting to know you?
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[While Rin may smile, no mirth reaches her eyes. Her free hand waves dismissively as to push away the subject.]
If you could only ask one question and have me answer it without passing what would it be? Or have you already tried it earlier in the game?
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Fuck the bottle, actually, he's just sliding his hand between her thighs. With no specific plan, just seeing if she lets him.]
I don't know. I'm mostly making you pass to get you drunk.
[He's gotten answers to all the things he was actually interested in, with a few exceptions. There's no plan here, just... curiosity, without the charisma to sate it with normal human conversation.]
I guess I'm curious why you're not afraid of being around me.
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What? Like you're supposed to be scary?
["You'd have to be important for me to view you as a threat," is washed away with one final swallow. Unspoken and burned away with the whiskey. Rin thrusts the bottle against his chest, and leans up on her knees to get close enough for him to smell the alcohol on her breath.]
A mage's arrogance is unmatched, you know.
[Dodger's hand is pushed away from her thigh, but only so that she can offload the whiskey bottle on him and start undressing. First for her waist belt, and then for the hem of her sweater dress.]
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He doesn't know, the last few weeks have left him sort of idly confused at what anyone wants from him. And it is so much more tempting to take this newest opportunity, than worry about whatever is going to happen once Rin sobers up. He certainly doesn't want to think about the morality of anything he's doing.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Said matter-of-factly - because he's been behaving since he got here, and because he's been careful who he tells about different parts of his past. No one knows exactly how dangerous he is, even if they can guess the shape of it.
Dodger takes the bottle, and drinks whatever's left of it - by the time it's empty, he's starting to feel a proper buzz. Enough to loosen him up, at least, enough that he might stumble later when he gets up. All the while he keeps his good eye on Rin, watching her undress with rapt attention. And once the bottle is empty he pushes it aside, already forgotten, to offer a hand in pushing her sweater dress off.]
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The moment the sweater dress is pulled off and discarded she acts. One knee to his chest with the intent of pinning his back into the cushions. One leg against his crotch to provoke his lust to keep him compliant. Two fingers in his mouth pressing down his tongue and aiming at the back of his throat. There is no intent to initiate his gag reflex, but rather to make sure when she casts her spell it will be in that soft area if pink mucosal membrane.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Magical energy gathers at the tips of her fingers. The spell was once a curse simply meant to cause physical ailments in others like muscle aches or symptoms mimicking flu sickness. However over time mages perfected it as offensive magic. Layering that curse over itself like folding steel into a blade. Thus the curse became tangible, and one could even shoot it off like a bullet. Rin uses something between the two here: willing the curse to run his throat raw like he'd been suffer weeks with an awful cough. Enough that it would be painful, enough that he might bleed.
A threat softened by the fact she still uses her body to grind against his cock and coax him to full hardness. A threat eased by the fact she can easily glean he's very much a masochist. She doesn't intend to push him to the point of fighting back. Rin simply wishes to make a point that he isn't the only monster lurking around. And sometimes a monster can wear a pretty face.]
You wish to be a bad dog so deeply, then feel free. Hump my legs until you come — desperate and pathetic as you one-sidedly seek your own pleasure. I'll watch carefully and give your owner tips on how to train you properly.
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He lets out a choked noise when the spell starts taking hold, feeling like he just got throat-fucked and then getting much worse. It triggers something in him - a memory pushing to the surface, spitting out something sweet and feeling his throat burn like it was full of fire ants. And then another, when she speaks - Dodger saying something along the same lines to a younger man, tugging on a dog collar and forcing him to hump Dodger's leg. Neither memory belongs to this version of Dodger, and his vision blurs a bit while he tries to sort himself out.
It clears quickly enough, but his nose has started bleeding. He makes no attempt to fix it - it too will go away on its own, and he doesn't want to do anything he hasn't been explicitly given permission for. What he does do is obey - his cock is already hardening quickly against her leg, and his hips start to rock slowly to give himself the friction he needs. Dodger's breathing has started to pick up, and it really does sound like a dog panting. And there's something bright in his eyes. Excitement, or fear, or more likely a healthy mix of both.]
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She can recognize this despite the fog that the alcohol has blanketed her world with. Rin knows she yearns for the ability to let go. He seemed like the perfect candidate: reckless, selfish, and just stupid enough that she could lie her way through a cover if he ever noticed something unfortunate. Instead she adds him to the number of guests she has met that talks big but will fold when she pushes. Beneficial for her — it's easier to remain in control this way. Like this she can keep pretending.]
That's right. Bark, whine, and howl all you like. I'm holding the leash.
[Metaphorically speaking. In any case, she kills the spell. The damage to his throat done, she pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to her own. Tasting his saliva as if testing something. Above him like this, in only tights and a black lace bra, she tries focusing on if she can gain any information from what concentration of power might be left on the fluid coating her fingers.]
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Most of the information Rin will get from his saliva is mundane - he's got whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, and there's a subtle taste of gasoline in there from his powers. Nowhere near as bad as his blood or sweat. His powers aren't magic, but whatever is there is probably most closely aligned with fire magic.
And there's a flicker there, briefly. A singular moment where it tastes more overtly like fire magic, before going back.
It's partly impulse, and partly a desire to get punished further, that drives him to try and touch her again. He just wants to put his hands on her hips for now - to feel her up, or to give himself better leverage while he's rutting against her, he hasn't actually decided yet.]
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Stop. Your jeans will tear my tights, and I don't feel like taking the time to repair them. Take them off, and you can return as you like.
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