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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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[Between his cheesy "sleeping with you in my dreams" joke to this, Rin really thinks he's just trying to come on to her. So why not let him make a fool of himself?
What she doesn't know is that she's the fool for even agreeing. Definitely prey-coded.]
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too bad for her. the hit he takes is a long one, filling his lungs to the fullest before he comes close to press lips together, a gap so she can breathe the smoke he is breathing out.)
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Awkwardly she tries to take in his offer. Inhaling deep and doing her best her best not to choke. He'll probably feel the way her face twists and her body tenses when she avoids coughing into him, but slowly... surely... the moment passes. Rin relaxes, and pulls away from his mouth so she doesn't embarrass herself as the drug settles in.]
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he can't hide here, though. it's not like this place is made for anything else, and truth be told, he doesn't think anyone here would want him more than as a bed rest for a night or two or five. that's fine by dazai. he can't see himself being anything other than, anyway.
but to kiss, it feels nice, with their lips barely touching. rin didn't inhale a lot, so if that's her decision to go for more, she's more than welcome to. right now, however, it's in his best interest to be gentle, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders for her comfort.)
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As time passes, the world becomes so much more... intense. Even in the dimly lit lounge everything seems more vibrant, more tactile, more... Just more. She wouldn't be able to describe the experience with words if she tried. It's so overwhelming, so new, that all she can manage to do is lean her weight onto Dazai. As if it would some how offload a portion of the burden in experiencing a shift in how she processes the information of existence around her.
It's even worse for a mage. Someone who can sense magical energy and the life-force of others if it's not purposefully concealed. The overload has her seeking something familiar for comfort. Even if he's only barely more familiar than the rest of the establishment.]
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so, his hand gently caresses her scalp, plays with the long strands of hair to give her encouragement to just use this opportunity to find the comfort she so seeks.)
Are you good over there? See, I was totally right.
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Fine. Doesn't mean it's good, though.
[She huffs while wrapping an arm around his waist. Being able to feel him more solidly is grounding. Comforting.]
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(he's mellow. the obnoxiousness is watered down, his voice quiet and lazy, so is the way he wraps his arm around her.
she's cute.)
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[Not a bad weird, but more like... She's finally experiencing what it's like to not have her brain running constantly at full speed. She's finally finding out what it feels like to relax a little, and let the thought of keeping up a perfect impression fade away. The way he accepts her dispels a bit of her deep-seeded loneliness too. If only for this brief encounter.
The tension usually in her muscles to keep her perfect posture begins to unwind.]
Different than being tipsy.
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it feels pretty nice, actually. dazai himself has replaced his obnoxious tone to his more calm, neutral one, and she can tell now that his voice is pretty deep when he's not playing with it, higher and lower pitches for comedic effect.)
It's a slow-down drug, I'd say. Helps with sleep, with calming thoughts, and just lazes you out a little. They have different things here, too, but I'd kindly ask that you don't try those.
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Hrm. For lowering other people's guards?
[She doesn't like it. If only because the only way to not be suspicious about it would be to take part in it with her target, and at that point she'd probably lose sight of her goal.
Like now, as she cuddles up to someone she'd still consider a relative stranger.]
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(he isn't telling her how amazing these things make one feel - it's better like that, after all. well, at least he learned a little bit better how to move her.)
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[Tohsaka whines at the thought of trying to keep track of all that while also being inebriated like this. It makes her huff a huge sigh much like a lazy cat unwilling to move from its spot. Though she does seem to have started... petting his knee. Not for any purpose, mind you. Just an idle movement that brings her a satisfying textural sensation. A point of interest for her now that he's blocking out the extra senses she has as a mage. The fibers of slacks seem to please her.]
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(one thing about dazai is that he has spent the better part of his year in a maximum security prison, secret from the public, and its location equally unknown. his entire world was a glass cubicle suspended in the air - in which there was only a bed and a short walking space. for someone like him, whose brain begs for serotonin and drowns in its own boredom depression, it is hell to not feel touch, not feel stimulus.
so, in other words, he's touch-starved naturally, even more so after a year. his eyes close so he can enjoy the motion, and his other hand very gently takes her own to his wavy brown locks. they're soft, too.)