[ oushi isn't surprised by her answer; he figures for someone who's been here as long as she has, she must have met everyone at least once by now. certainly, she's been made to play this game long enough that she would have a clear understanding of what she wants, instead of blindly wading through the waves like he is.
so he doesn't bother to respond, especially as he's already made it to her floor and found her suite. he mumbles a quiet but clear greeting as he pushes past the opened door, gently toeing off his shoes before he sets the book she used back onto the coffee table by her couch—
he pauses, staring at her for a moment, as if uncertain about something. in the end, he seems to make up his mind (by keeping his mouth shut) and instead just slowly eases his way towards the couch, nudging at her. ]
[Despite the complaint, Rin sits up. Her core muscles pulling her into a more upright position so that Oushi might take a seat on the couch where her torso had just been stretched out on.
However when he settles, Rin drops back down. Settling into his lap as she lips through her messages on her watch. The cat pattern lounge wear she has on is much less formal than he ever sees her if she's already managed to leave the suite that day, but since all of this is planning and not current dates she feels as if she can at least strategically secure not getting a suit flare in peace and comfort.
Oh, and since she has to be on the network for a long period of time she's wearing those thick rimmed reading glasses.]
[ yeah, he'd noticed the glasses. hard not to, given how giant they looked on her heart-shaped face — a deceptively small and sweet-looking thing, for all that it contained her barbed tongue. slowly, he settles onto the couch, still sort of just... watching her. warily, one could even say, not unlike a person staying steady in the hopes the stray cat down the alley would eventually make its way to sniff his hand.
he's, like. 99.9% certain she doesn't realize she's wearing those glasses, just like he's 99.8% certain she doesn't make a habit of being seen in them.
slowly, slowly, he forces his body to settle onto the couch. (there is, of course, a brief tensing up when she suddenly lays herself back down over his lap but that is neither here nor there—) ]
You being a cat person makes sense.
[ the cat-patterned loungewear is certainly a safe topic, right? ]
[Tohsaka pulls her gaze away from her watch to look up at him. Her shoulders and head rest easy against the throw pillow on the other side of his lap as her top have stretches over his legs.]
Hm? Oh, I don't know if you could call me a cat person. I've never had a pet before.
Me neither, [ unless you currently count his one (1) fish, ] but I've petsitted a couple of times for neighbors and friends. It's generally a lot harder to get cats to like you than a dog, and you seem like the kind of person that likes a challenge just so she can say she accomplished it.
[ as in, regardless of her own preferences for aesthetic, temperament, and even lifestyle, he's saying she would purposefully choose the tougher option just to prove she can do it.
he gives her watch a pointed look. ]
Asking someone out on a date isn't calculus.
[ says the guy who has never, prior to this place, ever done it! once! :D ]
[Her eyes focus more thoroughly on him. Body language shifting to give him more attention as her hands rest at her stomach and she angles toward him a little more.]
Maybe not, but networking is. This isn't just about dates, but learning what kind of people you work well with. Also if it's not fun, then it's not worth it. Right? You may look kind of plain, but you're still fun. That's why I couldn't send a little face to you.
[ ...of course the guy who craves attention so much would become suddenly self-conscious when he gets it. it takes all of his willpower not to glance away. ]
It's called an emoji.
[ why's correcting her the first thing he does though. no jury in the world would convict her if she kicked him out of her suite at this very second. ]
Do you mean you tried?
[ sending him one, that is. if she tried, and it couldn't work, then that means the hotel considers them close........... wait, none of this is the point— ]
I'm just saying it doesn't have to be as complicated as that. This place goes out of its way most times to put us in unfavorable situations, but this game is literally just to get a date. And a date can be anything. [ one way he's been trying to survive here has been picking at all the loopholes he can find. ] You can afford to waste an hour of your life here on someone who might not have been the best choice.
[The correction doesn't even phase her, but that's mostly because it's exactly what she would have done. Since the conversation seems to be getting more serious, she settles.]
Maybe you can waste that hour, but I would only consider it as a last resort. Maximizing what I can is in my nature, but I also have someone else to look out for. It's not just my time I'm wasting when that happens, so I need to be diligent. I have a sister that's frozen in stone, so she's my priority.
[ his brows furrow at the mention; she has spoken of her sister before, but he thinks this might be the first time she's brought up her status as a statue.
behind her head, his hand begins to idly worry a spot on the corner of her pillow. ]
Are you talking about using the wish on her? [ beating the game? ] So your main concern is... what? What cards you still need?
Not exactly. I'm playing both angles, you see. Either I find out how this place works and how to dismantle it, or I finish my game. Whichever one comes first.
[And one of them will happen eventually, she's sure of it! Even though it's almost been two years, and she hasn't gotten a full deck. This is less deadly than a Holy Grail War, but it's certainly much more tedious.]
So, because you have an important goal to achieve, every move you make here has to be calculated and full of purpose.
[ there is a small tuft of dark hair that sticks out awkwardly, right around where rin's cheek is. one of the pitfalls of glasses, the way it can pull at the hair around the ear and get it all tangled up in one of the temples.
he reaches for it, curling the lock around one finger. but instead of tucking it back, he just gives the lock a single, poignant tug. to bring her back down from whatever heights she's drawn herself up to, perhaps. or maybe just to piss her off. ]
...I annoyed you because I'm a woman with drive and ambition?
[Welp. Guess she'll just be wiping his spit that he licked onto her hand right on the chest of his shirt. Does he have pecs underneath there? If he does she'll squeeze.]
You annoyed me because you're annoying. Sometimes I think you do it on purpose.
[ he's no mr. bouncing boobily or anything, but he's been working on some gains!! if she deems them honkable enough, he shall jump in his seat in response. if that jostles her enough she almost falls off his lap, then whose fault is that.... (his) ]
[Welp. There are the consequences of her own actions. She angrily honks his hooter and for that his jump of surprise sends her flying off his lap and onto the floor!
Also on the way down she hits the coffee table. THANKS!!! SO MUCH FOR COMING OVER AND SAYING SOMETHING NICE.]
[ okay alright. he's willing to admit this was maybe 60-40 his bad. he could tried harder to maintain a more collected composure in the face of a pretty girl (in his lap) squeezing his tit.... maybe...
at least he's down on the ground by her side in an instant, leaning down and in to see if there are any tears in her eyes. one hand comes up to cradle around the back of her head, both to feel for any bleeding or bump but to also prevent her from bonking her head again with the coffee table and its blunt edges still looming threateningly nearby. ]
Since when are you so jumpy? [ since he throws her off his lap, apparently— ] How's your vision?
[ quick, how many heart freckles are still on his cheeks? ]
[While Tohsaka is used to pain and takes a suppressant for it, that doesn't stop something normal like a stubbed toe or a bumped head from ruining her day. She sits upright more properly, and he'll see little dots of wetness in her lashes from the way her head smarts.]
You practically launched me, you jerk!
[Though her vision is just fine. The dotting of hearts across his cheeks increasing... well she sees it, but she isn't quite putting 2 and 2 together at the moment.]
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rin.
[ —nvm he remembers who he's speaking to. ]
so how many more do you still need to do?
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I kind of want to find a girl for my last one but the options are pretty slim.
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well
who's got your eye?
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so he doesn't bother to respond, especially as he's already made it to her floor and found her suite. he mumbles a quiet but clear greeting as he pushes past the opened door, gently toeing off his shoes before he sets the book she used back onto the coffee table by her couch—
he pauses, staring at her for a moment, as if uncertain about something. in the end, he seems to make up his mind (by keeping his mouth shut) and instead just slowly eases his way towards the couch, nudging at her. ]
Scoot over.
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[Despite the complaint, Rin sits up. Her core muscles pulling her into a more upright position so that Oushi might take a seat on the couch where her torso had just been stretched out on.
However when he settles, Rin drops back down. Settling into his lap as she lips through her messages on her watch. The cat pattern lounge wear she has on is much less formal than he ever sees her if she's already managed to leave the suite that day, but since all of this is planning and not current dates she feels as if she can at least strategically secure not getting a suit flare in peace and comfort.
Oh, and since she has to be on the network for a long period of time she's wearing those thick rimmed reading glasses.]
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he's, like. 99.9% certain she doesn't realize she's wearing those glasses, just like he's 99.8% certain she doesn't make a habit of being seen in them.
slowly, slowly, he forces his body to settle onto the couch. (there is, of course, a brief tensing up when she suddenly lays herself back down over his lap but that is neither here nor there—) ]
You being a cat person makes sense.
[ the cat-patterned loungewear is certainly a safe topic, right? ]
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Hm? Oh, I don't know if you could call me a cat person. I've never had a pet before.
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[ as in, regardless of her own preferences for aesthetic, temperament, and even lifestyle, he's saying she would purposefully choose the tougher option just to prove she can do it.
he gives her watch a pointed look. ]
Asking someone out on a date isn't calculus.
[ says the guy who has never, prior to this place, ever done it! once! :D ]
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Maybe not, but networking is. This isn't just about dates, but learning what kind of people you work well with. Also if it's not fun, then it's not worth it. Right? You may look kind of plain, but you're still fun. That's why I couldn't send a little face to you.
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It's called an emoji.
[ why's correcting her the first thing he does though. no jury in the world would convict her if she kicked him out of her suite at this very second. ]
Do you mean you tried?
[ sending him one, that is. if she tried, and it couldn't work, then that means the hotel considers them close........... wait, none of this is the point— ]
I'm just saying it doesn't have to be as complicated as that. This place goes out of its way most times to put us in unfavorable situations, but this game is literally just to get a date. And a date can be anything. [ one way he's been trying to survive here has been picking at all the loopholes he can find. ] You can afford to waste an hour of your life here on someone who might not have been the best choice.
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Maybe you can waste that hour, but I would only consider it as a last resort. Maximizing what I can is in my nature, but I also have someone else to look out for. It's not just my time I'm wasting when that happens, so I need to be diligent. I have a sister that's frozen in stone, so she's my priority.
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behind her head, his hand begins to idly worry a spot on the corner of her pillow. ]
Are you talking about using the wish on her? [ beating the game? ] So your main concern is... what? What cards you still need?
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[And one of them will happen eventually, she's sure of it! Even though it's almost been two years, and she hasn't gotten a full deck. This is less deadly than a Holy Grail War, but it's certainly much more tedious.]
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[ there is a small tuft of dark hair that sticks out awkwardly, right around where rin's cheek is. one of the pitfalls of glasses, the way it can pull at the hair around the ear and get it all tangled up in one of the temples.
he reaches for it, curling the lock around one finger. but instead of tucking it back, he just gives the lock a single, poignant tug. to bring her back down from whatever heights she's drawn herself up to, perhaps. or maybe just to piss her off. ]
You really like making yourself miserable, huh.
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HEY! What the hell was that for!?
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You annoyed me just now so I decided to act out.
[ I MEAN... at least he's honest. ]
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[Welp. Guess she'll just be wiping his spit that he licked onto her hand right on the chest of his shirt. Does he have pecs underneath there? If he does she'll squeeze.]
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[ he's no mr. bouncing boobily or anything, but he's been working on some gains!! if she deems them honkable enough, he shall jump in his seat in response. if that jostles her enough she almost falls off his lap, then whose fault is that.... (his) ]
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[Welp. There are the consequences of her own actions. She angrily honks his hooter and for that his jump of surprise sends her flying off his lap and onto the floor!
Also on the way down she hits the coffee table. THANKS!!! SO MUCH FOR COMING OVER AND SAYING SOMETHING NICE.]
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[ okay alright. he's willing to admit this was maybe 60-40 his bad. he could tried harder to maintain a more collected composure in the face of a pretty girl (in his lap) squeezing his tit.... maybe...
at least he's down on the ground by her side in an instant, leaning down and in to see if there are any tears in her eyes. one hand comes up to cradle around the back of her head, both to feel for any bleeding or bump but to also prevent her from bonking her head again with the coffee table and its blunt edges still looming threateningly nearby. ]
Since when are you so jumpy? [ since he throws her off his lap, apparently— ] How's your vision?
[ quick, how many heart freckles are still on his cheeks? ]
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[While Tohsaka is used to pain and takes a suppressant for it, that doesn't stop something normal like a stubbed toe or a bumped head from ruining her day. She sits upright more properly, and he'll see little dots of wetness in her lashes from the way her head smarts.]
You practically launched me, you jerk!
[Though her vision is just fine. The dotting of hearts across his cheeks increasing... well she sees it, but she isn't quite putting 2 and 2 together at the moment.]