[That question has her shaking her head; she only knows the overwhelming hatred that Yamatagi Madara held towards her and her sister. He shouldn't need to think about it-- he can freely benefit from her humanity. She doesn't mind. She'd rather just kill the line now than really think about how she would likely be sinking her teeth into Shinjiro's eviscerated corpse, if she hadn't been exorcised before arriving here.
Dara is oddly impressed that she doesn't have to wrangle Shinjiro and have her way with him in the forest to show the seal. In fact, she raises an eyebrow at his apology as she takes a look at the remainder of it. At least it's still there.]
Don't worry about it. I figured I'd be adjusting it over time-- this was just the first trial. Besides, I can always rewrite it. You're the one who has to suffer through the process...
[...Well, she hopes that he didn't suffer too much thanks to their mutual attempt at distraction. Because that's all it was in the end, right? Just some heated fun to not think about the pain. Yup. Haha, blush? What blush? Don't look at her.]
[In just a month, he's at least grown more used to the concept of baring his chest in front of her. The fucking probably helped. Still, it's outdoors and cold so once she's inspected it, he'll be shoving his shirt back down and working on reapplying those layers.]
...It hurt, sure, but it was worth it.
[He doesn't mean for that to be an allusion to her distraction techniques, but... uh. That's also true. Sealing the Persona was worth it, but so was the other part. It's fine, neither of them have pink-tinged cheeks. They're both Adults its cool and normal.]
Would you have to re-ink what's there, or go over a new area?
[Just normal adult things! At least she takes his words at face value because...well, yeah, that was the whole thing. To make his Persona easier to handle. Conceptualizing any other implication is beyond her, but something squirms in Dara's chest as she blinks at Shinjiro's face while he covers up. She'll blame it on the blades inside-- probably just rattling around. It's fine.]
Um...The base components would be easier to copy over, and then I can alter what I need to.
[Talking about plans early makes sense! Except a set of hands start to fidget against each other while another two end up combing through locks of hair in an absent-minded way.]
[Yeah, look, sorry, it's December and he's not a god used to being tits out. He's nodding as she mentions the components, possible alterations-- hadn't she said something about blood? Or maybe the ink had been effective enough on its own and--
'My place again'? and his fingers slow on those buttons, mind absolutely stalling on that one. The word 'again' is sending him a little. With-- all the same? Both of them getting too worked up in proximity to each other and then just-]
Ah... yeah. [That pink tinge is absolutely growing in intensity, and he's gonna pretend it isn't.]
I mean, I'm staying with Mitsuru so her walking in would be...
[wow maybe he could have phrased that better. He brings up a hand, as though to wipe clean what he just said. Ignore that, teying again:]
I mean, I'm sure concentrating is important and uh....
[It's Dara's turn to be flustered now, her mouth twitching before pressing into a thin line. Those swords sure are rattling in her stomach! Mitsuru walking in...definitely brings to mind a flash of images and sounds, heated and desperate, that make her look away momentarily. Ah, it's hard to think, and what even is she supposed to do with those thoughts, anyways? Simply registering that her face is burning is extremely overwhelming!
A tiny voice in the back of her head is screaming that maybe they're on the same page? In this confusing moment, fumbling for some sort of explanation and cautiously reading between the lines. It's not as if Dara is absolutely blind to body language either. Nevertheless, there's that ever present doubt that their moment by the fire was a one in a billion chance that would never repeat. The moment when cognitive dissonance hits hard.]
Do you...want to tell her you're staying over? So she doesn't think that you're getting into trouble...
[HOW SHE DARES WITH HER INVITATION. But really, Dara can only assume that Mitsuru would want to keep tabs on him after she accidentally spilled the beans.]
Okay. He. He has to ask, even if it makes him look like an absolute idiot who had to ask a snake goddess twice where her vagina is.]
Are we-- we're not talking about the seal still.
[She straight up offered for him to stay the night??? What else is he supposed to think??? I mean-- he's all for it absolutely. He's dead, she's a once-human now-goddess, nothing in this world actually matters so yeah, why not revisit things?
As long as he's not just completely misunderstanding...?? He's pretty sure he's not. But then again, she was so damn forward before, so... worth asking??? Honestly he wouldn't blame her if the awkward was because she wanted to avoid another showing. ]
-Either way yeah. Yeah, I can give her a heads up. Don't need to be getting a call in the middle of anything.
[A sputter bursts from her mouth, and Shinjiro would be correct guessing its a bad habit of hers when Dara immediately covers up her face with two hands. If it weren't obvious enough, the end of her tail thumps against the ground before the god gives a stunted nod. Her heart feels like it's jumped into her throat when he confirms with either way. Shouldn't she be relieved?! Instead, her mind is racing with nothing in particular. What is being perceived? What is having her intentions reciprocated? Ahhhh, she wants to disappear into the trees!
All the replies that pop up in Dara's head are over-polite garbage: "Thanks", "Please treat me well", "I'll look forward to it"-- screw all that!]
[While Dara hides her face at being called out? Shinjiro can't help but relax slightly, from clarifying the subject, if not anything else. It's hard to feel embarrassed when Dara is flushing bright red and hiding her face, tail thumping in discomfort. Maybe another time he'd be tempted to tease her for it-- the centuries old goddess who slithers about topless (or at least used to) being so flustered by something so simple.
And sure-- there's a part of the pit of his stomach that tightens a bit, as though cautioning against any sort of proximity or care. But-- surely she's just embarrassed at something like enjoying sex with some mortal guy, and not having any sort of.... feelings. Right?]
Aren't I the one supposed to bring something to offer you?
[He'll still slip a tease in, lips curling up to something that almost resembles a smile. Maybe more of a smirk, if it could even be called that much.]
[It's just enough of a surprise for Dara to lower her hands. The blush is still apparent, but at least he's given something to hook onto for a mental break--]
But bring some for yourself too. I'd rather you not get hungry while you stay. [Aaand she ruined it for herself. Damn it.] If- if you don't, I don't want to hear any complaints!
[Will the mini lecture make that smirk of his go away? (Of course she can only see it as a smirk.) Because that's not helping to slow her heartbeat down. So Dara's back to grasping at straws and extremely tempted to peace out into the deeper part of the woods. He'd never be able to catch her! And she could cool her head by literally dunking in the nearest river.
[It's still abrupt and probably a little rude but Shinjiro is the last person to mind. After all, he's the type to just walk away in the middle of a conversation if he really doesn't care. So instead he nods at the instruction.]
You got a kitchen in that place? I can probably bring some things and put it together there.
[He brings up a hand to scratch at where the hair tickles his neck, pausing for just a moment, before adding:]
I'm not usually busy, so... anytime you want me there, just let me know.
[It's unclear if he's talking about just the next meeting or any desired meetings going forward, and honestly he prefers it that way.]
[Oddly enough, Dara's expression loses tension and switches to something more thoughtful. A clear-cut task is exactly what she needs as a distraction! A puzzle to figure out is always the best, even if it means reading up on basic plumber knowledge.
Which is why Shinjiro actually gets away with any sort of implication. Her assiduous nature lends well to obliviousness; a literal fatal flaw. He can probably see the gears turning in her brain.]
Right, got it. I'll fix up a few things, but if the seal disappears completely, call me.
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Dara is oddly impressed that she doesn't have to wrangle Shinjiro
and have her way with him in the forestto show the seal. In fact, she raises an eyebrow at his apology as she takes a look at the remainder of it. At least it's still there.]Don't worry about it. I figured I'd be adjusting it over time-- this was just the first trial. Besides, I can always rewrite it. You're the one who has to suffer through the process...
[...Well, she hopes that he didn't suffer too much thanks to their mutual attempt at distraction. Because that's all it was in the end, right? Just some heated fun to not think about the pain. Yup. Haha, blush? What blush? Don't look at her.]
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The fucking probably helped.Still, it's outdoors and cold so once she's inspected it, he'll be shoving his shirt back down and working on reapplying those layers.]...It hurt, sure, but it was worth it.
[He doesn't mean for that to be an allusion to her distraction techniques, but... uh. That's also true. Sealing the Persona was worth it, but so was the other part. It's fine, neither of them have pink-tinged cheeks. They're both Adults its cool and normal.]
Would you have to re-ink what's there, or go over a new area?
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Um...The base components would be easier to copy over, and then I can alter what I need to.
[Talking about plans early makes sense! Except a set of hands start to fidget against each other while another two end up combing through locks of hair in an absent-minded way.]
My place again? Or...?
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'My place again'? and his fingers slow on those buttons, mind absolutely stalling on that one. The word 'again' is sending him a little. With-- all the same? Both of them getting too worked up in proximity to each other and then just-]
Ah... yeah. [That pink tinge is absolutely growing in intensity, and he's gonna pretend it isn't.]
I mean, I'm staying with Mitsuru so her walking in would be...
[wow maybe he could have phrased that better. He brings up a hand, as though to wipe clean what he just said. Ignore that, teying again:]
I mean, I'm sure concentrating is important and uh....
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A tiny voice in the back of her head is screaming that maybe they're on the same page? In this confusing moment, fumbling for some sort of explanation and cautiously reading between the lines. It's not as if Dara is absolutely blind to body language either. Nevertheless, there's that ever present doubt that their moment by the fire was a one in a billion chance that would never repeat.
The moment when cognitive dissonance hits hard.]Do you...want to tell her you're staying over? So she doesn't think that you're getting into trouble...
[HOW SHE DARES WITH HER INVITATION. But really, Dara can only assume that Mitsuru would want to keep tabs on him after she accidentally spilled the beans.]
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Okay. He. He has to ask, even if it makes him look like an absolute idiot who had to ask a snake goddess twice where her vagina is.]
Are we-- we're not talking about the seal still.
[She straight up offered for him to stay the night??? What else is he supposed to think??? I mean-- he's all for it absolutely. He's dead, she's a once-human now-goddess, nothing in this world actually matters so yeah, why not revisit things?
As long as he's not just completely misunderstanding...?? He's pretty sure he's not. But then again, she was so damn forward before, so... worth asking??? Honestly he wouldn't blame her if the awkward was because she wanted to avoid another showing. ]
-Either way yeah. Yeah, I can give her a heads up. Don't need to be getting a call in the middle of anything.
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All the replies that pop up in Dara's head are over-polite garbage: "Thanks", "Please treat me well", "I'll look forward to it"-- screw all that!]
...W-what sort of food should I get for you?
[Nailed it. Cue internal screaming.]
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And sure-- there's a part of the pit of his stomach that tightens a bit, as though cautioning against any sort of proximity or care. But-- surely she's just embarrassed at something like enjoying sex with some mortal guy, and not having any sort of.... feelings. Right?]
Aren't I the one supposed to bring something to offer you?
[He'll still slip a tease in, lips curling up to something that almost resembles a smile. Maybe more of a smirk, if it could even be called that much.]
You're the god here, remember.
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[It's just enough of a surprise for Dara to lower her hands. The blush is still apparent, but at least he's given something to hook onto for a mental break--]
But bring some for yourself too. I'd rather you not get hungry while you stay. [Aaand she ruined it for herself. Damn it.] If- if you don't, I don't want to hear any complaints!
[Will the mini lecture make that smirk of his go away? (Of course she can only see it as a smirk.) Because that's not helping to slow her heartbeat down. So Dara's back to grasping at straws and extremely tempted to peace out into the deeper part of the woods. He'd never be able to catch her! And she could cool her head by literally dunking in the nearest river.
...Ugh, but it's rude to just leave.]
A-anyways, did you need me for anything else?
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You got a kitchen in that place? I can probably bring some things and put it together there.
[He brings up a hand to scratch at where the hair tickles his neck, pausing for just a moment, before adding:]
I'm not usually busy, so... anytime you want me there, just let me know.
[It's unclear if he's talking about just the next meeting or any desired meetings going forward, and honestly he prefers it that way.]
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[Oddly enough, Dara's expression loses tension and switches to something more thoughtful. A clear-cut task is exactly what she needs as a distraction! A puzzle to figure out is always the best, even if it means reading up on basic plumber knowledge.
Which is why Shinjiro actually gets away with any sort of implication. Her assiduous nature lends well to obliviousness; a literal fatal flaw. He can probably see the gears turning in her brain.]
Right, got it. I'll fix up a few things, but if the seal disappears completely, call me.