[She's been captured. Toko squirms at once, but there's a curious air to the way he squeezes her hands that puts a pause on her escape gambit. He's just very awfully close. At this point that she'd usually start yelling about biting her tongue off or screaming bloody murder, but she feels strangely cowed, even if her ire over the jab has yet to abate.
Maybe it's the odd heat in his soft palms. Maybe it's the fact that they're this close, and both dressed in ludicrous get ups. Maybe it's the fresh body still cooling several meters away. Her eyes blow wide behind her glasses, darting between his own. It takes a moment for her voice to resurface, about the time she darts her gaze to the floor.]
I don't care what that d-degenerate is insinuating...he can burn alive for all I care...
[How Tex would find himself in such a predicament is someone else's problem.
It surprises her none-percent that Rex would rush straight to the bedroom. What shocks her is that this is his response to his own joke. Why the hell does he feel like he needs to placate her? Over a fantasy? Which she has fuzzy recollections of nattering on about her love for Byakuya and, um...Chadsef (UGH), which may or may not have included a desire to serve as their doormat. Among other things.
But now, he's telling her it's normal. Widespread, even. Then why does everyone always look at me like I'm a three-headed troll? He dips his head down and presses their foreheads together, and Toko's mind wipes blank.]
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[Boy? Boy putting face on her face. Handsome glasses boy??? Very broad shoulders. Big warm hands holding hers.
"It's Party time." Party????
Party??!!]
...Is this... [Toko gives a little shiver. If she contorts her face any further that befuddled frown might connect with her jaw.] ...Are y-you offering to step on me?
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[She's been captured. Toko squirms at once, but there's a curious air to the way he squeezes her hands that puts a pause on her escape gambit. He's just very awfully close. At this point that she'd usually start yelling about biting her tongue off or screaming bloody murder, but she feels strangely cowed, even if her ire over the jab has yet to abate.
Maybe it's the odd heat in his soft palms. Maybe it's the fact that they're this close, and both dressed in ludicrous get ups. Maybe it's the fresh body still cooling several meters away. Her eyes blow wide behind her glasses, darting between his own. It takes a moment for her voice to resurface, about the time she darts her gaze to the floor.]
I don't care what that d-degenerate is insinuating...he can burn alive for all I care...
[How Tex would find himself in such a predicament is someone else's problem.
It surprises her none-percent that Rex would rush straight to the bedroom. What shocks her is that this is his response to his own joke. Why the hell does he feel like he needs to placate her? Over a fantasy? Which she has fuzzy recollections of nattering on about her love for Byakuya and, um...Chadsef (UGH), which may or may not have included a desire to serve as their doormat. Among other things.
But now, he's telling her it's normal. Widespread, even. Then why does everyone always look at me like I'm a three-headed troll? He dips his head down and presses their foreheads together, and Toko's mind wipes blank.]
...
........
[Boy? Boy putting face on her face. Handsome glasses boy??? Very broad shoulders. Big warm hands holding hers.
"It's Party time." Party????
Party??!!]
...Is this... [Toko gives a little shiver. If she contorts her face any further that befuddled frown might connect with her jaw.] ...Are y-you offering to step on me?