( open + closed ) catch all

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WHO: Tifa & others!
WHAT: Catch all for May (potentially further) & TDM overflow
WHERE: Alllll over
WHEN: May - ?
WARNINGS: None as of now, will udpate if needed!

Comments

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( a frown settles across her brims at his reply, how effortlessly he dismisses what she imagines couldn't have been an easy pain to carry. it seems as if he's carried it long enough that it doesn't stir up a reaction to speak on it, at least not outwardly. largely, he seems completely unbothered, both by their being here and any attempts to make the lot of them more tenuous.

the tut of his tongue chastises, angling her chip upright as if to give her no choice but to meet his gaze. )

That's not what I meant... ( leave it to her for her tone to bleed with an apology when she's just trying to avoid making him uncomfortable — the longer this exchange draws out, though, the more she sees it takes a lot more than idle paperwork and suggestive clothing to get beneath his skin.

the clipboard bobs a little with her swallow. )

What do you want to know?

[okane]

Well. If I’m being honest, I want to know information that was on the front page.

<sub>[ With that, he returns the clip board where he can see it and removes the pen, turning it to click the end of it against his neck.. past all of those maid frills and things. Funny how he doesn’t seem mad to be in this kind of clothing, but Toji didn’t really have a temper when it came to stuff like this.

Going back to the first page, his eyes give it a look over, a half smirk on his face. ]</sub>

Surely you can’t be too shy to tell me about your sex drive.

_{[ nasty.. ]}

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( was anyone else even privy to their conversation? why does it feel as if the room's closing in on her when it's still flooded with the same line of outsiders as when she'd arrived. a glance to those in front of them, glaring forward without so much as a flinch at their features, those behind seemingly occupied with their own chatter to pass the time.

the first page — there'd been plenty of mundane fields, there. he already knows her name, what else could he- )

O-oh. I don't— ( don't make her say it, toji. it's been long enough that she might as well call it at slim to no experience, but that doesn't mean she hadn't filled it out for herself, of course. it hadn't exactly been an easy question to answer — how was she meant to know her sex drive if she wasn't having any? and so, she could only read it as the next best thing: how often she wants. the options had ranged from no sex drive to extremely high, a circle drawn around very high. just because she didn't keep that sort of company didn't mean she couldn't take care of herself, right?

suddenly the frilly collar around her throat seems a bit too snug, flush seeping down to color across her chest. )

I mean, I do. ( lie??? ) It's just... been awhile. ( that's not even the question, tifa. )

[okane]

You do? You do what? What position? How often?

_{[ Hard to tell if he had a chance to look at the sex drive question and just wants to hear her actually say it, or he doesn't know what she means. Either way, he starts answering his own questions, but of course he's going to speak aloud as his pen scribbles. ]}

Mine is high. Often. There's too many positions that are good, but doggystyle and piledrive are a few of my favorites.

_{[ he's talking like this as if he was talking about the weather.. next question: ]}

Coming home to see her in frills is hot enough.

_{[ With that, he reaches over and idly plays with any sort of frill on Tifa's attire, whether it be around the collar or sleeves. ]}

Put on a blindfold and a gag and it's perfect.

_{[ is he suggesting she do that, or is he just adding onto his previous statement? ]}

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( pink brims part into a brief gape — she doesn't have much time to pick up the pieces of her scattered thoughts before he continues loosely running his tongue, talking about it all with a simplicity she can't help but to feel envious of. she wouldn't describe herself as prude as much as she was private, but how could she really be sure what she was or wasn't, when she's explored so little?

piledrive? frills, blindfold, a gag... honestly, she could crumble to ash at any moment with the way she burns, both from embarrassment in her incapability to provide much at all to the conversation (of course, not that he seems to mind) but also the low kindle of interest that catches like a match in her belly.

right now, it's hard to decipher one from the other, blurring together in a stuttered sound that's more breath than anything else, unflinching as he plays at the various frills of her too-short dress. )

Not often. ( she finally offers, meekly, but she's standing her ground, okay? there's nothing to hide the telltale watercolor of pinks and reds across her chest, painted up her throat and ringing at the tips of her ears. ) I— ...haven't tried any of that. ( honest to a fault, but she's never been any good at pretending to be something she wasn't. )

Not that I don't want to. ( see? brave! ) I guess I'm just... selective.

[okane]

<sub>[ Thanks to his Heavenly Restriction and training, his heightened sense of touch can feel the heat brimming off of her like a furnace, and it couldn’t delight him any further if he tried. Well. Maybe. He could think of a few things off the top of his head that would delight him even further that involve her.

Anyway, it’s more than obvious she has little experience (or none, that he isn’t sure about) but it sounds like she at least has standards.

Standards, huh?

Toji continues to fill out his sheet in silence, answering the “how many kids do you have?” question. At first, he circles one, then he scribbles it out and circles two. Lowly, he speaks, without looking up from his sheet. ]</sub>

Yeah? What’s your type then?

_{[ not the jjk what’s your type question.. ]}