[ While it sucks for Rin to have had all her best laid plans so easily led astray, things are not all sunshine and rainbows for Haru either! He wasn't particularly gunning for a summons, and certainly not one where he's expected to do things and be useful. He's more of a "look pretty and bamboozle the enemy" kind of guy, not really a frontlines kind of guy...
Not that he can't be useful when he wants to be, he just doesn't want to be. He prefers to spend his time raiding Rin's wardrobe instead, flipping through magazines of modern fashion, and interrupting Rin constantly by following her around like a housecat and thrusting photos of cute outfits into her face.
When he hears her voice, he bounds towards the front door, wrapping his arms around her shoulders while her hands are too full of bags to beat him away. He's wearing more of her clothes, but as with most of her wardrobe, the fit leaves a lot to be desired. ]
[Poor Haru is going to be disappointed. Rin purchased a good handful of sharp looking clothes, but most of it is on the masc leaning side. At the very best he may find some good pieces to mix-and-match for a more androgynous appeal, but otherwise he's out of luck.
Rin kicks off her shoes at the entryway and steps into her family's mansion proper. It's a huge space that almost has a haunted feel to it thanks to the magical protection wards and the fact that Rin has lived in this place alone for about a decade or more. Most of it doesn't feel lived-in because of that - combined with the way she only really uses her own room, the kitchen, and the basement (mage workshop).]
I wrote your measurements down, so they should all fit just fine.
[ While the mansion is more than large enough to accommodate not only the two of them, but give them both enough space to go days without seeing one another, Haru still follows Rin from room to room like a puppy. Never has a mansion felt too small for a girl and her ghost. When he was alive he never spent a day alone, and he doesn't plan to start now that he's died.
He releases her shoulders to take one of the bags, rifling through like a child on Christmas day. He's not seeing a big Cinderella ballgown peeking out, but that doesn't mean that Rin's choices for him are bad... yet. ]
That's so intimate. You know the size of all my bits.
[Tohsaka's eyes roll, and since she's such an expressive little bitch her whole head seems to roll with the movement. With her she takes the bags into the living room and sets them beside the coffee table before sinking into the cushions of the sofa.]
[ Unsurprisingly, he trots after her, eager for the carrot (cute fits) and not the stick (manual labour). He pulls his shirt over his head, showing off his jarringly male chest in contrast to his feminine features. ]
You think I can make tea without wearin' a little maid outfit?
[ Can he make tea while wearing one? Not really. He can definitely make bitter tea-flavoured water. ]
[Tohsaka frowns, and leans in. Though... did he have to flash her? Was that necessary? Truly necessary?]
There is only one maid outfit in this house and nobody will be wearing it.
[The uniform left by the woman who had helped Rin take care of her mother after she was handicapped and Rin's father had died. While Rin herself still did much of the work, that maid was around during a typical business-hours day to at least lighten the load on her from ages eight to twelve.]
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Not that he can't be useful when he wants to be, he just doesn't want to be. He prefers to spend his time raiding Rin's wardrobe instead, flipping through magazines of modern fashion, and interrupting Rin constantly by following her around like a housecat and thrusting photos of cute outfits into her face.
When he hears her voice, he bounds towards the front door, wrapping his arms around her shoulders while her hands are too full of bags to beat him away. He's wearing more of her clothes, but as with most of her wardrobe, the fit leaves a lot to be desired. ]
Show me show me show me!
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Rin kicks off her shoes at the entryway and steps into her family's mansion proper. It's a huge space that almost has a haunted feel to it thanks to the magical protection wards and the fact that Rin has lived in this place alone for about a decade or more. Most of it doesn't feel lived-in because of that - combined with the way she only really uses her own room, the kitchen, and the basement (mage workshop).]
I wrote your measurements down, so they should all fit just fine.
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He releases her shoulders to take one of the bags, rifling through like a child on Christmas day. He's not seeing a big Cinderella ballgown peeking out, but that doesn't mean that Rin's choices for him are bad... yet. ]
That's so intimate. You know the size of all my bits.
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Just accept them and make some tea.
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You think I can make tea without wearin' a little maid outfit?
[ Can he make tea while wearing one? Not really. He can definitely make bitter tea-flavoured water. ]
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There is only one maid outfit in this house and nobody will be wearing it.
[The uniform left by the woman who had helped Rin take care of her mother after she was handicapped and Rin's father had died. While Rin herself still did much of the work, that maid was around during a typical business-hours day to at least lighten the load on her from ages eight to twelve.]