Yes. The mixture includes licorice and chasteberry.
[So: medicinal while also minty, peppery, spice-like and lemony. Includes white waterlily and common rue as well. Each ingredient handled carefully because many can be poisonous (cause gastrointestinal distress) in the wrong doses.]
[ fortunately for... both of them, probably, he'll swallow anything, and isn't deterred by the possibility of getting poisoned. he'll be fiiiiine. when the elevator dings on the eighth floor, he steps out with the intention of following the room numbers... but once the doors open, the smell that comes through is strong. how's she not getting security or at least housekeeping called on her? ]
[The reason he wasn't called until mid afternoon is because she was dealing with house keeping. Having to play up the part of a well-ranked guest that just happens to have ~eccentricity~. Being weird is okay if you have enough status, after all. And while Rank 8 may not be nice enough to have a kitchen, she sure is high enough for a little hamming it up to pass.
By the time he arrives all the "cooking" will have been done anyway. The herbal medicine of anaphrodisiacs mixed with other ingredients in an attempt to make it potent but tolerable. People don't need it to taste like candy, but they at least need the tradeoff to be worth it. She'll wait for his knock at the door. Or text. She's done fiddling with her watch (she hates it) until he arrives.]
text ↪ torontonian (backdated a wee bit idk what is time)
[ He arrives soon after that message. In front of her room the smell is definitely the strongest, a pungent odor that isn't really stomach-churning, just a bitterly herbal aroma of the sort that hangs in the air in any traditional medicine store. It's nothing that elicits even a pang of dread or regret as he knocks on her door, which she'll open to find him just as dressed down as in their first meeting. The man seemingly owns nothing but simple black shirts and athletic pants of slight variation.
Having been to the eighth floor already, he'll scan the room's set-up with slight interest. The most curious part of this is the difference in interior design; granted, Twice had a great deal more mess going on in general, but his decoration and furniture were nowhere near as elaborate. Is each room on the upper floors tailored to the inhabitant's taste? Well—maybe, maybe not. He can't imagine what Dabi wants out of his straight-up decadent Tens room.
Brief study concluded, he returns his gaze to Tohsaka and whatever she's concocted. He remains standing, or at most wanders over to whatever ingredients she's left out in the open, hands in his pockets, relaxed and casual. ]
[He'll find that while not in use her cauldron is tucked away in a corner in an attempt to have it take up less space. There is a set of seating furniture — a coffee table, a couch, and some chairs on the opposite side. Laid out on the table is one of the erotic pastries from Great Tit. A cock-shaped donut covered in delicate pink icing filled with vanilla-bourbon fluff which leaks a bit from the tip.
Beside that is a glass of water and a dose of powder. The color is a sickly green with unwelcoming flecks of indigo.]
You'll eat the aphrodisiac donut, and once you start feeling its influence you'll mix the powder with the drink and ingest that. You shouldn't take it right away, because we'll want to mimic the scenario of not being aware that you've been dosed before you take the medicine.
[Today Tohsaka is dressed plainly as well. A simple miniskirt, a buttoned blouse, and an apron. The apron is actually longer than her skirt, so sometimes it may look like she just has the apron and top on. Oh, and her signature thigh highs. Those are a must. Rin takes a seat near the coffee table. She'll want to monitor any side effects and determine whether the dose should be stronger or weaker.]
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