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( stop being so stingy. :/ )

I can be patient.

( of course she can. she can do whatever she wants. she just does not see a reason for it in this moment!

well, whatever, she only really has one comment about that as they make their exit and head on in. )

One of our purposes has always been to make sure it doesn't get to the point of being a problem that the public becomes aware of it. That people don't believe in that stuff means we're doing well.

( and, of course, she does look rather proud of herself with that fact. an air she'll carry as she waltzes on in, setting her shoes aside neatly before she detaches the swords off her waist by the belt. after carefully setting those out, she's going to stand in the middle of the living area with her hands on her hips like she's surveying and trying to map out where she's going to start first. )

Only if you're having any. ( like, ) You didn't exactly invite me over for a tea party?

( she has his chores to do! )

Edited (oops i forgor) 2025-01-08 18:40 (UTC)

[ Closing the door behind him he carefully unlaces and steps out of his shoes, toeing them in place before walking into the small living room. It’s relatively clean with the only exception being a few dress shirts laid across the floor, days of him rushing in the morning or at night tossing them without a second thought.

At least there are no empty beer cans this time! ]

You don’t have to oversee everything as a job, Nei-chan… the cleaning part, sure, but having tea with an old man isn’t.

[ He places his bag down on the circular table in the middle of the room currently collecting various envelopes and business cards. ]

I can finish up a couple invoices and then get to making it, so you can at least drink it while doing that report you mentioned.

( it's too late she's already gathering things in her arms. the lack of beer cans has been noted though. good job! )

Mm. ( she's thinking about it.. ) Okay then.

And call me 'Nei'!

( ... is she saying this from an entirely different room? yeah. she's trying to find the rest of the shed trail of clothes. )

Not that I really care, but the guy that calls me Nei Baby is kind of annoying.

( <- girl who uses 'boku' when referring to herself, )

[ It's all going to be focused in small piles towards the bathroom, where the washer and dryer unit are nestled across the counter. ]

Are you lumping me together with another guy? [ Mei then proceeds to sit at the living room table, crossing his legs as he retrieves his laptop. ] But if that's what you want, I won't argue.

[ There's a second of realization, however, that despite still performing he's not at work, to which he tugs his tie loose from his neck. It's time to... relax!! (for him) ]

Nei Baby... is that how people try flirting these days? You gotta make sure to tell off guys like that.

( now that she has her piles, she's sorting through them.. gotta keep the lights separate from the darks and whites! that part doesn't take long. she's already out after shoving the first load in. whatever work clothes he's got on now will be a him problem for later. )

Why are you getting huffy about that anyway? ( she would also rather be dead than get caught in tatsuomi's apartment, thanks. there's a difference! she just doesn't care to explain.. ) They're both cutesy nicknames, and I already know I'm cute! Besides, it feels a little childish to be called that?

( annnd hello! now she's in the kitchen like the little busy bee that she is. dishes was the other thing.. )

I wouldn't know, ( please. she would not know what rizz is if it bit her. ) but he does the same thing to every girl he sees. Of course I tell him off.

Edited 2025-01-10 01:33 (UTC)

[ Laptop on, Mei stares at the screen with nonchalance; his expression becoming stoic. Softly tapping his fingers against the keyboard as he overhears the hurried steps of Busy Bee Nei Baby in the background. ]

I'm not huffy. [ He's a little huffy? Don't link him to a pervert... ]

The actress I manage introduces me as Mei-chan. [ Not an argument, but he's making a point... cute nicknames follow you forever.

With a nod his eyes focuses on a spreadsheet of nonsense, the following leaving his lips without hesitation: ]

Good girl, and don't be afraid to hit 'im.

Don't pout.

( she can hear it through the rush of water and the clink of utensil and glass. it's a bit funny though..

but the point is taken into consideration. jury will be back in 15 with a verdict. for now, she remains stubbornly in her stance that she can be admired as cute without being belittled.

there's a solid moment where she doesn't say anything after that, suddenly quiet in the kitchen save for the running of water.

?

until that, too, stops, and out she comes to stand expectantly at the doorway while drying off her hands with a dish towel.

of course she's good. that's also a given, but she's going to preen about it anyway! and gee! this better not awaken anything in her! )

That can't be all you've got to say.

( ? where's the rest? )

[ The silence does nothing to stir any concern, if anything he would have fallen quiet on his own in the dire effort of completing his work. Just enough that he can breathe with a sigh of relief and finally relax; Mei treasured his days off, the last thing he wants is an inconvenient phone call.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, removing his glasses and placing them on the table as he sends his final email. A sigh escaping his lips, he leans back onto the palm of one hand as he quietly settles into officially being off of work. ]

… Huh? [ Confused, he blinks twice. ] What else is there to say? I’m pretty sure you can take any flirt in a fight…

[ THAT’S CLEARLY… NOT WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT. ]

( that dish towel she was holding? she wants to ball it up and toss it at him really badly. like, his glasses have even been set aside? so she'll feel less bad about hitting a guy with glasses. )

Well, obviously!

( but the fight would be so unfair that she'd consider it bullying and a misconduct, so she's tossing the dish towel back towards the empty sink instead.

then squint at him from where she's standing with her arms crossed. seriously. )

I'm talking about the rest of the praise you still owe me??

( stingy!! do better! she even waited so patiently until then!!! )

[ If only Mei was oblivious, unfortunately he does act the part by giving Nei a quizzical look. Canting his head just slightly despite being so aware of what she meant — not that it takes much.

She tells him exactly what she wants and he holds it just beyond her reach because, despite his meek appearance, teasing her comes easy. And it’s fun.

Mei gets to his feet, chuckling lightly. ] That wasn’t enough? [ He knows it’s not, coyly towering over her. ] You really gotta learn to be more patient.

[ He then lifts his arm and lightly pats her head. It’s brief as he drops his hand after walking past her and to the kitchen. ] But I’m sure that won’t take long. There’s not a day that passes where you’re not a better version of yourself.

A bad guy like me is always impressed by such a good girl like you, Nei.

( her gaze only narrows further when he draws near enough to lord his height over her, even going as far as patting the top of her head before waltzing right on along deeper into the kitchen.

was that not proof enough of her patience? it should be. he got to get away with that without a broken bone. the human hand has many, and they're all fairly small. he even offered it up all nice.

her eyes will remain trained on him though, silvered tongue and temporarily placated ego or not. )

You could use some better habits.

( ones that don't involve being a teasing dick, maybe. has he considered that.. )

Like.. this is the worst showing of 'impressed' I've ever seen? A good girl like me deserves better than that.

[ In the kitchen he finds a small kettle with a short hum, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge. Without turning to her he quirks a brow, lips turned up into a half smile. ]

Yeah, I plan on quitting —

[ — drinking, he doesn’t finish.

There’s a brief pause as Mei fills the kettle with water before placing it on the stove. He considers what to say; carefully constructing a string of words that would likely just prod and annoy at Nei even more, despite her transparency. ]

Then why don’t you give me an example?

[ She can take the lead? If she wants to? This is a slutty, slutty man. ]

( and a masochist apparently!! to deliberately push her buttons even now? textpost that is like 'babygirl stop flirting with me i am fantasizing about crucifying you'. all while making tea so serenely.

her response is immediate: a scoff, )

Give me something to be impressed by and I will!

( it really is just that simple. at the end of the day, she's an honest gal despite the stubbornness and sharp tongue.

not that she looks like she's got any faith that he can manage it, which definitely has nothing to do with the fact that her standards are absurd? and the fact that she's a little spiteful? )

[ He is, actually! There’s canon proof and he may have a high pain tolerance it’s insane. ]

You’re so funny. I’m sorry for being so disappointing. [ His tone is light and airy, a man clearly not taking their conversation too seriously. His attention fixed on the stove as it warms up the kettle. ] Sit down and do your report, I’ll finish up making tea…

[ It’s not demanding, a simple request as his lips remain poised in a smile that never reaches his eyes. ]

And give it some thought: tell me how you want me to praise you and I’ll do whatever you want. But nothing crazy, I’m not trying to embarrass myself.

( oh. i see.....! of course he is! )

?

( she'll go back to the living room and drop her weight onto the couch to sit since it's better than just staring at his back getting angry, but like, what's with that offer? )

What are the limits then?

( her phone is back in her hands so she can start that preliminary draft. just jotting down details of the job before it gets lost.. )

You seem real confident that I wouldn't take you for what you've got. So. Draw the line.

Hmm…

[ He places a hand to his hip, leaning his weight onto one leg. ]

I’m not going to for pay anything and you’re not allowed to borrow what’s mine… [ He’s not really putting much thought into it. What is she gonna have him do? Fund her vacation? Buy her makeup?? Make her a bagel??? ]

I only think it’s better because do you really just want me to say something like wow… you’re the only I know who can make bowls this spotless!

( yeah fund the vacation she never takes.

but also ?? )

I'm not after your wallet. You would've lost it already if I was. ( JUST saying. anyway. ) The condition that I can't borrow your stuff does make me curious as to why, though. Not that I would..

( a thoughtful hum. she'll continue to think about it then while she works on putting more words on her report. he's right. just hearing that would be a little lackluster but, sometimes that's just the best people can do! )

Come dote on me then.

( :/ people are allowed. but only if she asks! )

[ The fact that she could easily rob him is a little off putting. (considering he’s offered to buy her stuff and she rejected it only to later get him food instead which is, in my opinion, hilarious)

In the meantime the kettle begins to hiss as the water boils, setting it aside as he takes two mugs out from his cupboard. ]

… [ What she demands earns silence, pressing a thumb between his brows as he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t give the teenage girl free reign to decide how she wants to be rewarded. But she’s proven that she doesn’t like older men? This isn’t perverse or a situation that’s likely going to land him in trouble… so everything should be fine! ] Okay.

[ If anything he’ll just kill himself at her feet.

He returns to the living room with two warm mugs of green tea, setting it on the table. ]

That’s exactly what you want? Just so we’re clear, this is a service where you can’t receive any refunds and all complaints are immediately tossed.

( to prove a point! it's important that he understands that she's perfectly fine on her own. a powerplay, even.

also yeah... it's funny. )

Yup. That's what I want. You'd think by now you'd learn that I don't make threats. I'm an honest girl, you know?

( take the lead right. bet. sorry mei. but maybe he shouldn't have called her a good girl.

but yeah, now he knows not to ever call her on a bluff because she never bluffs. should've drawn a better line when she asked! little life lessons. he's welcome.

she'll be taking one of those mugs though, lifting it with both hands as she leans back on the couch, daintily taking a sip as if she didn't just throw this man into a whole crisis and a half. )

Why, regretting your choice? You can back out if you want.

( would she think he's a pussy if he did? probably. )

[ nei your kinks ]

I’m just making sure. [ Mei is not one to hesitate — he’s worse when he’s drunk, invading boundaries and doing as he pleases, but when he’s sober every action is done deliberately after assurance. She’s made her decision, she’s not falling back, and while he’s not surprised he knows that their expectations of doting on another person are vastly different.

Or so he assumes. ]

Because I think our definition of doting don’t exactly align… but I’ll try my best for the cutest girl. [ A pause. ] Just put your cup down first.

[ He does NOT want her throwing hot tea on him. ]

( praise kink (savage) )

But I just got it.

( he's the one that brought the tea here to begin with! he has such little faith in her ability to not enact feats of violence and harm...

.. well, whatever. she'll take one last sip of it before setting the mug back down carefully. this has nothing to do with the fact that he's declared that she's the cutest, obviously. she needs her hands anyway? typing on her phone with only one is really awkward and as she said: she has a report to put together. )

So many demands.

( says her.. )

What, then? Need me to move?

[ He gives her a quick once over, hands placed on his hips -- another act -- before shaking his head. He then quips: ]

No. I think you're perfect where you are, but lemme see...

[ Mei then squats down, the top of his head just eye level to her as he places both hands on the couch. Just a mere breath from her thighs as he looks up at her with a smile that is both gentle yet mischievous. ] Yeah, that's what I thought... even here the view of you is perfect.

[ With one hand he reaches out and confidently grazes the back of his fingers against her shoulder, following the curve just halfway to her neck before he stops. ]

How am I so lucky? The world's prettiest girl is right here in front of me, and she wants me to dote on her? [ It's questioned like a warning; head tilting to give her a better look at the beauty mark on his throat. ] Nei, [ His thumb and forefinger cradle her chin, directing her attention to him. ] you should be more careful.

[ He leans closer, his voice just above a whisper. ]

'Cause at this point it just makes me want to kiss you.

( it's not even that nei doesn't know she's pretty. she does. perhaps a little too much, even. but this is.. different.

she's realizing now that she's never been the sole focus of someone's attention before. not like this, anyway. not with how he's looking at her. that's all she's thinking about as he lowers himself to the point where she has to look down at him a little, her eyes trained onto him as if she might lose sight of him if she doesn't.

how dangerous. he just knows how to play into her ego, doesn't he.

but there's never really a point where she feels threatened. cornered, maybe, with how carefully he's set his hands to frame her thighs with such purpose - ones that she's unconsciously pressed together as he just keeps going. he's even audacious enough to lay hands on her.

he's warm, she notes. and being the subject of someone's singular focus and lavishing is rather nice..

the warning reads less like a threat than it is a challenge when she is as prideful as she is, so maybe he shouldn't bare his throat to a girl like her? she might just take it as invitation to sink her teeth in.

then he gently takes her by the chin to redirect her focus. she probably doesn't even realize that her lips parted just that slightest bit before she even had the intent to quip back. she just really had to figure out how to string words together for a moment there? )

I don't know if you're that lucky.

( though her phone has slid off her lap some time ago, her hand reaching for the loosened tie to wind it around her fingers instead to pull it taut.

straight down, but only just a little. he'd just been lording his height over her, after all. )

I do like this view better though.

[ Mei is as confident as he irresponsible, but he does at least try to give Nei a chance to pull back as they stand at the line between them. Any reasonable man would make better boundaries — be a better adult — and praise the young girl without the added tension.

His gaze is pulled away briefly when she tugs on his tie, sucking in a breath of surprise. He exhales, followed by a laugh that has him resting his forehead briefly against her knee. ]

‘Cause you don’t gotta crane your neck?

[ It’s not an honest question, just Mei acting coy as he tips his chin and leaves a gentle kiss against her knee. He presses his cheek against her thigh, looking up at her almost expectantly. ]

So I should just get on my knees whenever you want praise? That’s naughty.

( and still he tests her, huh. )

I still have to, though.

( but the direction obviously matters.

his breath tickles when he laughs, the warmth of it fanning over what little of her thighs are bared between the panel of her dress and the cut of her shorts. she doesn't fuss much when he presses a kiss to her knee instead, but it does make her shift in her seat a little.

now that he's resting against her like that, she supposes she can let go of the tie now before she ruins it entirely. it seems like he's made himself comfortable anyway.

the expectant look has her tilting her head a little in wonder, but she's not going to ask for clarification. she'll simply assume that what he wants of her is to run her fingers through the short crop of his hair, brushing it back some as though she were doting on a stray hound.

but that brings her to her next point. )

Why, don't think your knees can handle it at your age?

( maybe if he were less.. like that, she'd be nicer, but alas! )

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me dropping my phone like hello

i’m sorry he really does just talk like that

i'm crying why is he like this

he’s a slut

I SEE.. it's always the bookish looking ones........

the second the glasses come off they go wild

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