I'd come up with a better insult. But what does it matter? I've had enough of your mouth even without that comment.
[Tohsaka begins closing the distance between them — her ponytail swaying behind her with every step.]
Perhaps instead of chasing you with magic bullets I should be melting your mouth shut. That's not as serious as murder, right? I'd just get a slap on the wrist. Maybe a sternly worded... what is it called? E-mail? "DM"? Either way, you're going to have to entertain me until I'm not as pissed anymore. Got it? And I'm showing you my magic at the same time! We both win~
[What does it matter? He wonders whose behalf she's even angry on. It can't be her own, can it? Surely an attractive young woman like herself wouldn't be desperate enough to stick a cat's ***** up her ******* just to get a card.
Not that he's stupid enough to say that out loud. His lip curls when she threatens him rather graphically—he's still not sure if she means it, but at this point, it's starting to seem like she might! So what does he do?
Play dumb, that's what! If he acts like this is just a normal friendly interaction, then she might just start to see it that way too. Gradually, the tension will dissolve before she's even noticed. He'll take the wind out of her sails with his cheeriness! That's the plan!]
I'd be happy to brainstorm new insults sometime! But what exactly do you mean by entertainment? Do you want a song and dance? Or would you like to see my magic? I don't know if you know Weiss-chan, but she helped me unlock the power of my soul~♪
[He tries bringing out the sunshine, but instead of ruining her fun she just lets a sinister smile cut across her lips.]
By entertainment I mean this: you screaming for my mercy while I toy with you. Scurry about, little bug! I'm about to take out my frustrations on you ♥
[With a flourish and flick of her wrist she sets off another magic bullet. The condensed curse whizzes by Hiyori, singing the tips of his hair, before barreling into the far-off wall and creating a small hole. A bit of smoke rises from the scorched bit, and some people start leaving the courts close to the running track to avoid becoming injured bystanders.]
I'm giving you a chance to run, but if you don't I'll just have to catch you and find another way to play.
[A dilemma he can't yap his way out of? Say it ain't so...!
It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]
Is that right? I don't want your limbs or your blood. I just want a little of your humiliation. Why refuse to make a girl happy?
[She considers her options. What else could she do to him that would be harmless, yet fun? Perhaps she could blast a hole in the floor and watch the shock on his face when he falls though to the room below? Or maybe she could alter his gravity just enough that he flies off into the ceiling like a lost balloon, and have him beg and scream to be let down again?
Tohsaka frowns as her blue eyes give him a disappointed once-over.]
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[Tohsaka begins closing the distance between them — her ponytail swaying behind her with every step.]
Perhaps instead of chasing you with magic bullets I should be melting your mouth shut. That's not as serious as murder, right? I'd just get a slap on the wrist. Maybe a sternly worded... what is it called? E-mail? "DM"? Either way, you're going to have to entertain me until I'm not as pissed anymore. Got it? And I'm showing you my magic at the same time! We both win~
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Not that he's stupid enough to say that out loud. His lip curls when she threatens him rather graphically—he's still not sure if she means it, but at this point, it's starting to seem like she might! So what does he do?
Play dumb, that's what! If he acts like this is just a normal friendly interaction, then she might just start to see it that way too. Gradually, the tension will dissolve before she's even noticed. He'll take the wind out of her sails with his cheeriness! That's the plan!]
I'd be happy to brainstorm new insults sometime! But what exactly do you mean by entertainment? Do you want a song and dance? Or would you like to see my magic? I don't know if you know Weiss-chan, but she helped me unlock the power of my soul~♪
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By entertainment I mean this: you screaming for my mercy while I toy with you. Scurry about, little bug! I'm about to take out my frustrations on you ♥
[With a flourish and flick of her wrist she sets off another magic bullet. The condensed curse whizzes by Hiyori, singing the tips of his hair, before barreling into the far-off wall and creating a small hole. A bit of smoke rises from the scorched bit, and some people start leaving the courts close to the running track to avoid becoming injured bystanders.]
I'm giving you a chance to run, but if you don't I'll just have to catch you and find another way to play.
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It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]
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[She considers her options. What else could she do to him that would be harmless, yet fun? Perhaps she could blast a hole in the floor and watch the shock on his face when he falls though to the room below? Or maybe she could alter his gravity just enough that he flies off into the ceiling like a lost balloon, and have him beg and scream to be let down again?
Tohsaka frowns as her blue eyes give him a disappointed once-over.]
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[Especially ones who singe his hair, which is on par with committing a war crime.
But we can hold that thought for later. Soon the rest of her words catch up to him, and his eyes bulge.]
... wait. That's what you're into?
["Humiliation"? Don't tell him... she's one of those girls?!]