[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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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?!]