If I didn't say so earlier, I'd be teasing you now about asking someone you just met to come up to your suite to use your bath...
[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
Hah. [ Okay, maybe it's because she's opened him up in more ways than one. While he's not exactly sassing her, he does concede defeat to her yet again. At least she wasn't harping on him "having a crush", anymore. ] I'll take that as "Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity".
[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
[ That gets a huff out of her. Right, right. At least Weiss is smiling when she says: ]
Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
[ He didn't quite know it or accept it yet, but he had certain @ angel to thank for calming his nerves. That, and while he was indeed terrified of them at first...the longer he was forced to stick around them and keep his attentions on Weiss, the easier it became to see that they...weren't that bad. Which basically means that if Ragna barks loud enough and forces himself to be enough of an asshole to ghosts, he can brute-force his way through his fears. ...Maybe. Most of the time. Don't test that theory. He's moving in, Weiss... ]
Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
You had a tie on earlier, didn't you? Do you normally wear one at home?
[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
Not particularly. [ He sucks it up and lets himself stand perfectly still for her while she unbuttons and readjusts for him, rubbing the back of his neck. ] I tend to wear tops up to my collar. Not gonna lie...still feel a bit naked without my usual gear.
[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
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[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
[ Just... had to make that clear, you know? ]
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[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
[ "....." whisperwhisperwhispernowecan'tstaylikethis ]
Yah huh, thought so. Here's the deal, voyeurs.
[ "It's the Teasing Trio—" ]
VOYEURS.
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
Here.
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Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
Do you want me to take care of that?
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He's moving in, Weiss...]Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
Sure.
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[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
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[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
'DING!' ]