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19 / F / Bi / 8♣
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Miss Tohsaka is a complicated young woman who finds it difficult to open up to others. Beyond that prickly (or impish) exterior is a young woman of versatility. While Miss Tohsaka can be both your devil and your angel, she can also be much more. A wealth of curiosity, willingness to try new things, and her own taste for variety means that she may just be able to scratch an itch or fill a niche that you just haven't been able to yet.
My Future PlansIs ambition Miss Tohsaka's middle name? It just might be. She intends to become well known in the community of Mages — hoping to live up to not only her father's legacy, but the legacy of her family's name. However, before that...
It seems like Miss Tohsaka is "in it to win it"! Our lovely bachelorette is determined to win the Game of our local resort. It seems she has a specific wish she wants granted, an ideal prize in mind, but so far she's been secretive as to what it is. Are you able to pry it from her plump little lips?
Rumor has it that Miss Tohsaka comes from a long pedigree of Mages, and was born with a rare ability. Aside from being a veritable super-battery of magical energy, she also has been raised as a mage for over ten years. How studious. Do you think any of that might have... other uses?
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and FoodUnfortunately Miss Tohsaka doesn't indulge in most hobbies that don't have a practical purpose. The tomes she reads are informational texts about magic, her gardening is for crafting potions, and her workouts are... you guessed it! To keep her combat ability up.
Perhaps you're the right person to intervene. Teach her to live a little! Let her hair down, and loosen up. How can an uptight girl like her actually win the Game if she's so closed off and guarded? Take her out for some fun, teach her a new hobby, or have her engage with yours!
Oh, dear. Miss Tohsaka's tastes are so varied that it's hard to pinpoint just one type of ideal! Big, muscly men — soft, curvy women — or even someone in that sweet androgynous spot... What really catches her eye is a challenge, or an easy win. Put her to the test or roll over for her.
Do be kind and make sure to praise her. As someone who lost her father early, poor Miss Tohsaka has been starved for validation. Or, perhaps... you could indulge her on the opposite end of the spectrum? Such an arrogant girl deserves a little punishment, and as much as she punishes herself some help might be appreciated. If not, she may just end up punishing you, and making you her prey.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
MIMES
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES
.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
BOTH
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH
ISTP-T
★★★☆☆
Kind of vanilla, but fun to tease. Would like exploring more of what can make him squirm, and hear him beg.
★★★★☆
Exciting and experimental. I guess I do like girls too, huh? Maybe we can incorporate magic next time.
★★★☆☆
Interesting. Curious about his body. Am I... a furry? Is that what you call it?
★★☆☆☆
Annoying, but workable. Mediocre, but because she's too vanilla and not entirely on technique.
★☆☆☆☆
Absolutely atrocious. Wish I could give negative stars. No more to say.
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[ A small huff before he leans an elbow against the countertop, shifting to look at her more properly. ]
If you're thinking about how I compare to your little sister though, don't bother. Not like my sister and I were that close. Or, like ... normal siblings or whatever, either. We don't fight or anything, but our family's always been ... not great.
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[Always wanting to obtain something out of reach because you've seen someone ahead of you already cross the finish line.
Rin takes this moment to let her words settle in so she may have a few good hearty mouthfuls of her meal.]
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Dunno what that's got to do with being a younger sibling.
[ Followed by a big chopstick-ful of rice shoveled in his mouth. ]
And what kind of skills are you gonna say are so easy to add? Nothing in life's that easy, you know.
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Unless you like being the little sibling?
[He's a few years older than she is, but that doesn't matter. She leans in. Her shoulder pressing against his as her weight shifts into him. An impish, teasing smile cuts across her lips.]
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I dunno what kind of energy you're talking about, but you know I'm still older than you, right? Just 'cause you're a older sibling doesn't make you anything close to my older sibling.
[ And then a little huff before he picks up another big chunk of pork. ]
'sides, I can take care of myself just fine, when I'm not stuck in some stupid place like this. Not like my old man ever did much for me other than leaving me money.
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Yet you don't cook. Do you know how to do your own laundry? What about manage finances? What about growing your own herbs, or making your own medicines? You remember when Clubs showed us the underlying state of this resort, right? Have you considered what your back ups are if that konbini food wasn't available anymore?
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I can do my own fucking laundry. You think I've been buying new clothes every time something gets dirty this whole time? And I can manage finances just fine. You think surviving this long as a 2 was easy? Give me a break. I was prepared to live by myself after graduation. [ But that very specific answer means, no, he doesn't know how to do any of the other things. 😔 ] And that other stuff doesn't count. I told you, I'm just a normal person -- I was prepared to be a wage slave, not get stuck in a magical sex resort. Why the hell would I know how to make medicines. You're just making up scenarios now. It's not like being able to cook is even that important.
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You really suck at this, you know that?
[Granted, she sucks at being direct. But she thought maybe someone smart enough to get into a college would be bright enough to follow bread crumbs!? Not only did Rin have to live on her own, she had to take care of someone too. Of course she could teach him any of these skills... but now they're "not important"?!]
I suppose you're incredibly lucky we ended up in a resort and not a campground.
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[ Unfortunately, that standard, indignant noise is all Rin gets at first. Because yes, while Fuuta is moderately book-smart enough to get his ass into university, that says nothing about his acuity when it comes to social situation. It does not help, either, that his default setting is to react to everything defensively.
So it's only after his brain's ticked for an extra second or two before he gets what Rin means. (Or does he???) ]
... what, you trying to get me to agree to those cooking lessons?
[ Yes, he does get there in the end. Please clap.
Fuuta gives a little huff before shoving his mouth full of meat. (😳) Still chewing, he mumbles, ]
S'not like I mind if you really want. But it's not a big deal, is it. I haven't eaten home-cooked stuff in like ... years before this.
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—Anyway, while most of this suite is just an upgrade of what I already had... the kitchen is completely new. Consider it yours. I'll make more meals for you so my own skills won't get rusty. Got that? It'll give me a reason to stay polished.
[After all... if she only is ever "taking care of herself" she's very likely to neglect any technical skill in cooking and will just make sure to cover cheap necessity because she's either bleeding money or dutifully saving up for another set of jewels.]
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[ Ever ungrateful, of course Fuuta has to snip that little retort. But it's pretty mild as far as pushback goes. There's not much he can complain about when it comes to that arrangement, after all. Fuuta sighs, then shovels his mouth full of rice, chewing and swallowing before mumbling, ]
Fine. Just give me a heads up first when you wanna do something so I don't have to say I can't come after you bought a bunch of stuff, or whatever. [ A pause before he adds, slightly stiffly: ] I'm gonna get a little more meat.
[ He doesn't usually eat this much. His appetite's been pretty come-and-go since being injured, the stress of it all probably making his stomach unwilling to handle too much heavy stuff. But -- this stuff is good. It's not just the fact that it's freshly made and piping hot. Something about it just hits right. Fuuta gets up and steps around the counter to top his bowl up with a bit more of the pork, trying to shoo away the vaguely embarrassment fluttering in his stomach as he does so. ]
But don't go thinking I'm, like, going to hold this kitchen over your head or anything, alright. I'm not that sort of slimy asshole. I'm still mad at this place for fucking with me, but ... it's not like you did it on purpose. You don't owe me anything. Just so we're clear.
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That's not how this works. "Slimy asshole" has nothing to do with the simple fact that even through coincidence I am in your debt. There's no morality attached to fact, Fuuta. If you think of it like a scale of convenience and cost, then occasionally giving you cooking lessons while I enjoy the kitchen full-time still doesn't make us even. I don't ever do anything I don't want to do, so why are you trying to slap guilt and reluctance where it doesn't exist? You'd never be capable of holding anything over my head. Even if it is deserved. That's just the truth.
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It's not that Rin's explanation is wrong, as is evident from the way Fuuta clams up for a second. But he can't just accept what she's saying either, judging by the way his face scrunches up in grim consideration, and he earns some time by shoving a piping-hot piece of meat in his mouth -- huffing his way through the hot morsel, tongue singed, swallowing -- before mumbling: ]
It's not like I think you owing me is bad, or anything. Debts and whatever -- I get it. [ A pause before he continues even more reluctantly: ] S'just. You better get that it's not something I did on purpose. It's not like I'm doing anything just to get stuff out of you. I'm not that kind of scumbag.
[ Even after everything, he can't let go of that insistence. Wanting to be accepted as a good person. So long as he didn't orchestrate this situation on purpose, and made it clear that he's not squeezing benefits out of Rin, he hasn't done anything bad, right. Right? ]
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[Tohsaka isn't asking. She puts down her bowl and chopsticks to grab his face and force him to do as he's told. Hand on his jaw, she holds him in place. Blue eyes stare directly into the muddled green-grey of Fuuta's.]
Don't you think I already know that? You may not share a lot about your life, but you wear yourself pretty plainly on your sleeve. I like that, but you don't seem to understand that about yourself. If you were that type of scumbag I'd know. If you were that type of person we'd not be...
[Well. What are they? She can't exactly say they're partners or colleagues or anything else. But he's — he's something. He's... Rin's throat closes up. A knot forms, and makes it hard to speak. Her hand lets go of his face. Rin's expression twists as Dabi's stupid voice sounds off in her head.]
We wouldn't be friends if you were that type of person.
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she said it. She said the F-word. She said it first. ]
... well. As long as you get it. [ To his very meager credit, Fuuta doesn't kick up a fuss about it. Doesn't even bitch about the grab at his face. He just looks a little flustered and awkward as he bats her hands away, rubbing at his cheeks. ] Too many people go getting the wrong impression of me, y'know, and I'm sick of it.
[ Friends. Yeah, they're friends. It's okay for him to think it too, isn't it. Since she's the one who said it first. It's not that he's assuming too much here.
He's still a little too burnt by the word to say it back himself, but it's probably telling enough that Fuuta's defensive bristling's promptly calmed down, his gaze lingering over her for a moment before he continues eating. ]
So. I'll show up when you wanna do this stuff. Just let me know beforehand so I don't gotta cancel on you last minute. Hate people who pull that shit, it's rude.
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Would you be able to do me a favor? Getting used to a new place is unsettling. Since you're already washed and changed, maybe you can stay over.
[Is she actually worried? No. Does she want to see him leave right after dinner when she just confessed friendship? Also no. Hell no. If he were to leave she'd probably agonize alone all night.]
You won't have to like... spend all that time with me. You're welcome to just rest on the couch and play on your watch and then just join me in bed when you want to sleep.
[Just enjoy the space. The quiet. A private bathroom and the presence of another person just existing in the same vicinity.]
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Just finishes chewing on the big chunk of pork he'd shoved into his mouth, swallows, licks the sauce off his lips, then responds mildly: ]
I don't mind. As long as your room has the extra amenities I can use. I didn't bring a toothbrush or anything, so I'd have to run to the convenience store otherwise.
[ But this room's fresh and new, so he assumes she has everything in stock. A sleepover it is. ]
I stay up kinda late, though. Just so you know.
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You mean later than 3am?
[With her mana peaking at 2am she has to do her routine blood draws at that time. And then the following time is spent applying that magical energy to the jewels she collects. After that is clean up.]