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synflux2024-02-20 07:43 pm
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( Flowers and chocolate were cliché for a reason, but for Kiritsugu, he wanted to make an impression: a carefully curated bouquet of roses, lilies, and irises; handmade truffles of milk chocolate, caramel, and ganache. The ordeal was nerve-wracking, truth be told, barely able to recount the last time he'd extended a gesture such as this, and difficult to gauge if she'd appreciate his efforts.
Iri had always been so easy to please, after all. He could bring her books and movies, or buy her a car, and she'd be impressed with him no matter what. As for Maiya? She had few personal hobbies of her own, but always appreciated sweets or a new gun. Yor, however, he barely knew. Yes, he believed her to be charming and kind, yet had no reference for what she liked. It all felt stuffy, aloof.
Still, he inhales deeply, gifts in hand, reaching out to knock against her door. )
Iri had always been so easy to please, after all. He could bring her books and movies, or buy her a car, and she'd be impressed with him no matter what. As for Maiya? She had few personal hobbies of her own, but always appreciated sweets or a new gun. Yor, however, he barely knew. Yes, he believed her to be charming and kind, yet had no reference for what she liked. It all felt stuffy, aloof.
Still, he inhales deeply, gifts in hand, reaching out to knock against her door. )
Edited 2024-02-21 01:47 (UTC)
[ It may or may not make Kiritsugu feel better to know that Yor's nerves have similarly been absolutely racked the entire evening. Arguments with others tend to leave her in a poor state of mind, but when it's supposed to be a cheery day like Valentine's Day? She's more than a little bummed out still, and that's on top of already feeling nervous about actually going out to eat. What's she supposed to do? Say? Her mind blanks even while she's getting ready, but she's mostly managed to brush it aside by the time Kiritsugu comes calling. Mostly.
She's usually not one to wear makeup, but she has applied a little around her eyes and has a nice dress for the occasion. She nearly drops the lipstick she's trying to apply when the knock sounds at the door, and she foregoes wearing it to answer instead. ]
Good evening! You're right on time!
She's usually not one to wear makeup, but she has applied a little around her eyes and has a nice dress for the occasion. She nearly drops the lipstick she's trying to apply when the knock sounds at the door, and she foregoes wearing it to answer instead. ]
Good evening! You're right on time!
( For anyone applying to Hanabi, you are free to approach Kiritsugu, here. )
[ Lucy's been all too eager to up and quit her job at the coffee place, miserable sack that it is. So Kiritsugu's open call for employees is a godsend. She doesn't have to explain work absences either if she works for a place that has other LILITH members in its employ, as far as she figures.
She opens the door to the izakaya as if she owns the place, but really, that's just her usual arrogance shining through. He said the interview was basically a formality, right? ]
Hey, Emiya? You in?
She opens the door to the izakaya as if she owns the place, but really, that's just her usual arrogance shining through. He said the interview was basically a formality, right? ]
Hey, Emiya? You in?
Edited 2024-02-28 04:25 (UTC)
[As instructed, Raidou will come by for an interview. He had to spend some time the evening before reading up in the internet about how job interviews work, since he's never even thought about needing to go to one in his life. His job at home had long since settled. Thanks to those articles and having a style chip, he shows up dressed in a suit.
He's also finding himself to be a little nervous, which isn't a feeling he often ever gets. Mostly because from what he's read, job interviews are all about knowing what to say, and talking is not a skill he's ever had. He slips in through the door quietly.]
Excuse me. I'm here for an interview?
He's also finding himself to be a little nervous, which isn't a feeling he often ever gets. Mostly because from what he's read, job interviews are all about knowing what to say, and talking is not a skill he's ever had. He slips in through the door quietly.]
Excuse me. I'm here for an interview?
( For Kiritsugu's part, he feared he arrived too early, such as displayed by the makeup (or lack thereof) on Yor's face. Not that her appearance necessarily mattered in his eyes (and in fact, is somewhat gobsmacked just by how pretty he thought she was.) Rather, he couldn't help but feel apologetic for interrupting her, compelled to bow his head slightly to her in shame.
But he recovers swiftly, extending the aforementioned gifts out to where Yor could reach. )
For you.
But he recovers swiftly, extending the aforementioned gifts out to where Yor could reach. )
For you.
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I'm making space for you in my dorm. Meet me in the Revelation wing, room: 015.
( Since he was aware Irisviel had made it to the city, he'd been making an active effort to clean up his door. Though he necessarily wouldn't consider it unclean by any stretch, he couldn't help but feel he'd become sloppy, be it forgetting to empty his ashtrays or living out of clothes in a hamper. That was about to change, starting today, starting by discarding the half empty carton of cigarettes into the nearby wastebasket, soon followed by the ashtray.
He knew his wife didn't appreciate his habit, and even quit for 10 years before the Grail War. For her, he'd do it again.
Meanwhile, his fluffy white cat, Iri, had hopped onto the newly made up bed, gnawing on a toy catnip mouse between her paws, as Kiritsugu brought the hamper of clothes and clutch of hangers next to his bed, beginning to hang them, properly. )
I'm making space for you in my dorm. Meet me in the Revelation wing, room: 015.
( Since he was aware Irisviel had made it to the city, he'd been making an active effort to clean up his door. Though he necessarily wouldn't consider it unclean by any stretch, he couldn't help but feel he'd become sloppy, be it forgetting to empty his ashtrays or living out of clothes in a hamper. That was about to change, starting today, starting by discarding the half empty carton of cigarettes into the nearby wastebasket, soon followed by the ashtray.
He knew his wife didn't appreciate his habit, and even quit for 10 years before the Grail War. For her, he'd do it again.
Meanwhile, his fluffy white cat, Iri, had hopped onto the newly made up bed, gnawing on a toy catnip mouse between her paws, as Kiritsugu brought the hamper of clothes and clutch of hangers next to his bed, beginning to hang them, properly. )
I'm on my way, darling!
[Easily the most relieving news she'd found since arriving in this city was the discovery that her husband was, in fact, here with her, and had been for a couple of months. Having spent some time believing she'd have to adapt to this strange world on her own, Irisviel had nearly jumped for joy when she'd discovered she was wrong.
Thankfully, the place is well mapped out, and she has no trouble following the signs along to the correct wing. She wonders if they'll be able to stay together, or if the situation here will keep them in separate living spaces. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, but the idea does still cast a cloud over the otherwise joyful news.
Well, no matter. One way or another they'll figure it out. Finally she finds herself standing in front of the door to room 015. She reaches out to try the handle without really thinking about it, only to find it locked. Unsurprising, really, anyone could have come by before her. She quickly lifts her hand and taps it on the door.]
Kiritsugu, love? It's me.
[Easily the most relieving news she'd found since arriving in this city was the discovery that her husband was, in fact, here with her, and had been for a couple of months. Having spent some time believing she'd have to adapt to this strange world on her own, Irisviel had nearly jumped for joy when she'd discovered she was wrong.
Thankfully, the place is well mapped out, and she has no trouble following the signs along to the correct wing. She wonders if they'll be able to stay together, or if the situation here will keep them in separate living spaces. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, but the idea does still cast a cloud over the otherwise joyful news.
Well, no matter. One way or another they'll figure it out. Finally she finds herself standing in front of the door to room 015. She reaches out to try the handle without really thinking about it, only to find it locked. Unsurprising, really, anyone could have come by before her. She quickly lifts her hand and taps it on the door.]
Kiritsugu, love? It's me.
( When he hears Iri knock against his door, he could feel his heart practically leap in his chest. He hadn't quite finished his work yet. At this point, hastily sliding the rest of his clothes on their hangers, the plastic clattering against the metal bar when he properly places them in his closet. )
Just a moment, darling.
( He hadn't expected her to arrive so soon. He thought he'd have more time. And in his rush, grabs the can of air freshener, dispersing the scent across the room in an (poor) attempt to mask the scent of smoke. He wanted her to be comfortable.
Finally, he makes it to the door, rattling the knob in a frenzy to unlock. )
Just a moment, darling.
( He hadn't expected her to arrive so soon. He thought he'd have more time. And in his rush, grabs the can of air freshener, dispersing the scent across the room in an (poor) attempt to mask the scent of smoke. He wanted her to be comfortable.
Finally, he makes it to the door, rattling the knob in a frenzy to unlock. )
[Tilting her head thoughtfully, she waits at the door wondering what he's doing in there while she waits. She can hear a few clattering sounds, and a hissing noise that she can't quite place. And then, shortly after the latter ends, she sees the handle on the door jiggling around a bit.
It turns and opens, and she's greeted with the haggard-looking face of her beloved. Immediately a bright smile breaks out across her face, and she moves forward without hesitation to lift a hand up to press against his cheek.]
Kiritsugu... oh, I'm so glad to see you.
It turns and opens, and she's greeted with the haggard-looking face of her beloved. Immediately a bright smile breaks out across her face, and she moves forward without hesitation to lift a hand up to press against his cheek.]
Kiritsugu... oh, I'm so glad to see you.
( The feeling is immediate: the contact of her hand against his skin, the buzzing of serotonin in his head. How long had it been since he felt like this? The days he'd felt happy since his arrival had been few and far between. Instinctively, his arms wrap around Iri's waist, pulling her against his sturdy frame. )
I'm happy to see you too, Iri.
( Said, lifting a hand to thread into her hair, slanting his head to rest against her shoulder, nearly wanting to cry. )
I'm happy to see you too, Iri.
( Said, lifting a hand to thread into her hair, slanting his head to rest against her shoulder, nearly wanting to cry. )
Edited 2024-03-09 02:02 (UTC)
[Of course she leans into his embrace, pressing herself up against him without any hesitation, sighing happily at the familiar touch. For a moment they can just stay there, enjoying themselves.
Of course, they should probably stop just standing in the doorway.]
Shall we go inside, dear? We needn't disturb your neighbors.
Of course, they should probably stop just standing in the doorway.]
Shall we go inside, dear? We needn't disturb your neighbors.
( Iri's suggestion snaps him alert, nearly having lost himself in her gentle scent and feel of her skin. He's loathe to pull away, now that she was so tangible in his arms, but grasps her hand into his own as he does, lips twinging into a slight smirk. )
As you wish.
( With that, he closes the door behind him, making certain it was locked before he proceeds. Making to pick her up off the ground and into his arms, before seating her on the edge of the bed, next to where his cat had been playing. She hops into Iri's lap, presenting her with the toy mouse, its stuffing partially coming out. Obviously, she has killed it.
Kiritsugu, meanwhile, has walked over to his desk, opening up a bag of cat food to fill up her bowl. )
I think she likes you, Iri.
As you wish.
( With that, he closes the door behind him, making certain it was locked before he proceeds. Making to pick her up off the ground and into his arms, before seating her on the edge of the bed, next to where his cat had been playing. She hops into Iri's lap, presenting her with the toy mouse, its stuffing partially coming out. Obviously, she has killed it.
Kiritsugu, meanwhile, has walked over to his desk, opening up a bag of cat food to fill up her bowl. )
I think she likes you, Iri.
[The only warning she gets is that little smug grin on his face before he abruptly sweeps her off her feet, quite literally, and carries into his room. She giggles like a girl ten years her junior, grinning wide as he closes the door and carries her over to his bed, where he sets her down. There's a brief moment where she smiles fondly up at him, just happy to be here like this...
And then a small ball of fluff hops up into her lap.] Oh! Now where did you come from?
[She reaches out as the cat deposits a small, mouse-shaped toy into her lap. It's torn open, fluff spilling out, giving Irisviel an immediate urge to stitch it up, but one thing at a time. She reaches out a hand to pet the small creature, who peers up into her eyes with the casual fearlessness innate to cats.]
Oh she's adorable. And so soft...
And then a small ball of fluff hops up into her lap.] Oh! Now where did you come from?
[She reaches out as the cat deposits a small, mouse-shaped toy into her lap. It's torn open, fluff spilling out, giving Irisviel an immediate urge to stitch it up, but one thing at a time. She reaches out a hand to pet the small creature, who peers up into her eyes with the casual fearlessness innate to cats.]
Oh she's adorable. And so soft...
[ A blush lights up her cheeks as she reaches for the gifts. ]
Oh, how lovely! Thank you Kiritsugu. [ She steps back some so she's no longer blocking the entry. ] I'm almost done. Please come in.
[ Yor's room isn't decorated lavishly, but the taste in decor she's chosen to add is certainly a far cry from the rest of Neo Tokyo's aesthetic. Floral print curtains, a richly red rug underneath the four poster bed made of rich, dark wood, and near the bed sits a vanity, a desk, a desk chair, and a dresser made from the same lacquered wood. An armchair, also decked out in a floral design, rests comfortably near the bedside table, and the lamp on the table has the same floral print as the curtains. Not a speck of dust can be seen anywhere, and the bed's pink spread doesn't have so much as a single crease in the pillow cases or blanket.
Yor sets the box down on the desk, but the bouquet goes right into a vase she's set on top of the dresser. Right next to two cat statues she's set to face one another. ]
There we are. Gorgeous!
Oh, how lovely! Thank you Kiritsugu. [ She steps back some so she's no longer blocking the entry. ] I'm almost done. Please come in.
[ Yor's room isn't decorated lavishly, but the taste in decor she's chosen to add is certainly a far cry from the rest of Neo Tokyo's aesthetic. Floral print curtains, a richly red rug underneath the four poster bed made of rich, dark wood, and near the bed sits a vanity, a desk, a desk chair, and a dresser made from the same lacquered wood. An armchair, also decked out in a floral design, rests comfortably near the bedside table, and the lamp on the table has the same floral print as the curtains. Not a speck of dust can be seen anywhere, and the bed's pink spread doesn't have so much as a single crease in the pillow cases or blanket.
Yor sets the box down on the desk, but the bouquet goes right into a vase she's set on top of the dresser. Right next to two cat statues she's set to face one another. ]
There we are. Gorgeous!
Edited 2024-03-10 07:08 (UTC)
( Nodding, he follows Yor into her room, as his eyes scan their surroundings: the floral, the shades of pinks and reds, and the traditional wooden furniture all suit her in a cute way, he thinks. Past her harsh, assassin exterior, and ability to ruthlessly kill, she was still quite soft, deep down.
Not unlike him, really.
A soft smile twinges as the corners of his lips, as he watches her arrange the bouquet into the vase. He put quite a bit of effort into picking them out for her, so to know she appreciated the gesture was reassuring, like he could feel the heat rising up in his chest...
Weird. )
I'm glad you like them, Yor.
Not unlike him, really.
A soft smile twinges as the corners of his lips, as he watches her arrange the bouquet into the vase. He put quite a bit of effort into picking them out for her, so to know she appreciated the gesture was reassuring, like he could feel the heat rising up in his chest...
Weird. )
I'm glad you like them, Yor.
It took a few weeks for me to tame her. ( He tells her, setting the bag of food aside, before walking back to the bed. ) But she's been my companion here ever since.
( And soon enough, seats himself next to Iri on the bed, feeling the foam of the mattress mold underneath his weight. He then throws an arm over her shoulder, pulling Iri in close as he gazes into her eyes, brushing his lips against her forehead.
She was safe, and he was no longer alone. )
( And soon enough, seats himself next to Iri on the bed, feeling the foam of the mattress mold underneath his weight. He then throws an arm over her shoulder, pulling Iri in close as he gazes into her eyes, brushing his lips against her forehead.
She was safe, and he was no longer alone. )
[ With the bouquet settled, Yor goes back to her vanity to apply her lipstick. The pink color is very much her. Not too deep or vibrant as to draw attention away from her eyes. A quick check assures her there are no obvious smudges or that she hasn't drawn outside the lines of her lips, and she stands upright in satisfaction before facing him again. ]
Okay! All done. Shall we go?
Okay! All done. Shall we go?
( His eyes fall on Yor as she applies her lipstick, thinking idly to himself that the pink hue suits her well, and extends his hand out to her as she returns. )
Of course. ( Then tilts his head, asking: ) Would you like to take the train, or would you prefer to walk?
( He has no qualms with either, but figures he would leave the choice up to her. )
Of course. ( Then tilts his head, asking: ) Would you like to take the train, or would you prefer to walk?
( He has no qualms with either, but figures he would leave the choice up to her. )
She was wild? [Actually, that makes a lot more sense than Kerry picking a pet up from a store, now that she thinks about it.
She's stroking the cat's head, realizing she should probably ask what the creature's name is, when her train of thought is abruptly set on another path. Her eyes peer up into his for a moment before he lays a kiss on her head, at which she sighs in contentment and leans into him with a soft smile.]
I was so relieved to learn you were here, love...
She's stroking the cat's head, realizing she should probably ask what the creature's name is, when her train of thought is abruptly set on another path. Her eyes peer up into his for a moment before he lays a kiss on her head, at which she sighs in contentment and leans into him with a soft smile.]
I was so relieved to learn you were here, love...
She was. ( He tells her, nodding. ) There's a surprising amount of strays in the area.
( He could feel it: the warmth of his heart so painfully pulsating against his chest, as Irisviel leans into his frame. It was strange to think how often they've done this (perhaps, hundreds of times at this point), how easily they fit against each other, while at the same time, needing to shush up his heart as though it was some all consuming void, that would swallow Iri whole if he weren't careful.
The cat, delighted at the prospect of her meal, leaps out of Iri's lap and onto the desk, when Kiritsugu snakes his arms around her waist. )
As am I, Iri. ( Even as he lingers on the moment, indulging in her warmth and her scent, he cannot help but feel he should say something more. To assure her he wouldn't fail her this time. ) I never want to be parted from you again.
( He could feel it: the warmth of his heart so painfully pulsating against his chest, as Irisviel leans into his frame. It was strange to think how often they've done this (perhaps, hundreds of times at this point), how easily they fit against each other, while at the same time, needing to shush up his heart as though it was some all consuming void, that would swallow Iri whole if he weren't careful.
The cat, delighted at the prospect of her meal, leaps out of Iri's lap and onto the desk, when Kiritsugu snakes his arms around her waist. )
As am I, Iri. ( Even as he lingers on the moment, indulging in her warmth and her scent, he cannot help but feel he should say something more. To assure her he wouldn't fail her this time. ) I never want to be parted from you again.
Edited 2024-03-11 18:07 (UTC)
I should have anticipated you'd pick up an unwanted creature and bring her home with you.
[It's just what she'd expect from him, really.
The white furball may be more interested in food than affection right now, but Iri can't think of anything she wants more. She moves into his hold, just letting the moment hover around the two of them for a moment as he brings her in for a proper embrace.]
As unsure as I was of this place at first, I have to thank those responsible, for reuniting us if nothing else.
[It's just what she'd expect from him, really.
The white furball may be more interested in food than affection right now, but Iri can't think of anything she wants more. She moves into his hold, just letting the moment hover around the two of them for a moment as he brings her in for a proper embrace.]
As unsure as I was of this place at first, I have to thank those responsible, for reuniting us if nothing else.
( ...If only the void would swallow him whole. Her words cause his heart to falter, painfully throbbing in his chest, as his grip on her grows ever strong. Was that really how she thought of herself, even now? Perhaps that thought scared him the most. )
Would I have gone through the effort of saving you, if you were so unwanted, Iri?
( Even if he hadn't fully actualized his reasons for it at the time, he always considered her worthy of life and happiness. It's difficult for him to keep up the lighthearted tone when she spoke of herself like this. He could feel tears welling up at the creases of his eyes, thinking she deserved more than what he could offer her. What the world could offer her. )
Would I have gone through the effort of saving you, if you were so unwanted, Iri?
( Even if he hadn't fully actualized his reasons for it at the time, he always considered her worthy of life and happiness. It's difficult for him to keep up the lighthearted tone when she spoke of herself like this. He could feel tears welling up at the creases of his eyes, thinking she deserved more than what he could offer her. What the world could offer her. )
[ Really, the choice is more difficult than she'd like to admit. The trains here are so fast! But it's not at all difficult to walk around either, and you get to places almost as quickly.
She makes her decision by the time her hand reaches back out toward his palm. ]
I suppose it depends on what you had planned? If we'll be sitting a lot, walking would be a good counter for that!
She makes her decision by the time her hand reaches back out toward his palm. ]
I suppose it depends on what you had planned? If we'll be sitting a lot, walking would be a good counter for that!
( To her response, he gives her a nod. )
I was planning on taking you to a restaurant in the business district. ( Technically, one that isn't even in operation yet, but that's a surprise for future Yor. ) So, I'm thinking we could take the train over, and walk back-- if that's okay with you.
( He offers, considering they wouldn't want to tire themselves before arrival, but fond of the idea of enjoying her company on the way back. )
I was planning on taking you to a restaurant in the business district. ( Technically, one that isn't even in operation yet, but that's a surprise for future Yor. ) So, I'm thinking we could take the train over, and walk back-- if that's okay with you.
( He offers, considering they wouldn't want to tire themselves before arrival, but fond of the idea of enjoying her company on the way back. )
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