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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[ 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.]