[ She'd offered to take responsibility if the anaphrodisiac went wrong, so it isn't his first instinct to assume appearances factor into her "depends." The tone she adopts, however, is calculating, and that makes him inquisitive. He waits—waits for her to divulge what she wants, or what she expects from a tryst between them. For starters, his card, as he offered— ]
Three of hearts.
[ He says it drily, wry grin not at all reaching his eyes. He doesn't even know if the suit designations mean anything at all, and yet he can't help but feel like it's some kind of bad, tasteless joke. A "heart" is the furthest thing he could be—any of the others would've been more appropriate, if only for their lack of common symbology. At least the designation has had no impact, as far as he can tell, and so it simply remains, a thoughtless symbol imprinted on his tongue.
His eyes flicker to follow Tohsaka's movement as she leans in. A diversion to the side that doesn't let him see anyway when her thumb presses against the skin just beneath his lips. She would find him rough, uncared for, but that's how it's always been with him; it doesn't even cross his mind to worry about it as his eyes follow that finger back to her mouth. He hadn't even noticed he'd missed a spot.
It's hard to say if it's just him or if it's the aphrodisiac when some warmth leaks back into his grin. He can't say he's found an opinion of Tohsaka that he's held steady: she seems talented, knowledgeable in the ways of magic (or at least she can talk like it—what does a normie know?), but definitely sometimes foolish and hotheaded in her dealings with her fellow guests at large. Is it something he can really criticize? Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter right now anyway, because all of that aside, here is something of hers Tomura can appreciate.
The daring. The certainty of knowing what she wants and the conviction to take it. Perhaps Tohsaka will turn out to be one of those people who's fun to challenge—but whether or not she wants it is all in her hands now. ]
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Three of hearts.
[ He says it drily, wry grin not at all reaching his eyes. He doesn't even know if the suit designations mean anything at all, and yet he can't help but feel like it's some kind of bad, tasteless joke. A "heart" is the furthest thing he could be—any of the others would've been more appropriate, if only for their lack of common symbology. At least the designation has had no impact, as far as he can tell, and so it simply remains, a thoughtless symbol imprinted on his tongue.
His eyes flicker to follow Tohsaka's movement as she leans in. A diversion to the side that doesn't let him see anyway when her thumb presses against the skin just beneath his lips. She would find him rough, uncared for, but that's how it's always been with him; it doesn't even cross his mind to worry about it as his eyes follow that finger back to her mouth. He hadn't even noticed he'd missed a spot.
It's hard to say if it's just him or if it's the aphrodisiac when some warmth leaks back into his grin. He can't say he's found an opinion of Tohsaka that he's held steady: she seems talented, knowledgeable in the ways of magic (or at least she can talk like it—what does a normie know?), but definitely sometimes foolish and hotheaded in her dealings with her fellow guests at large. Is it something he can really criticize? Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter right now anyway, because all of that aside, here is something of hers Tomura can appreciate.
The daring. The certainty of knowing what she wants and the conviction to take it. Perhaps Tohsaka will turn out to be one of those people who's fun to challenge—but whether or not she wants it is all in her hands now. ]