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@kirijo
18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)

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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?

My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander

ENERGY

66%

extraverted

MIND

63%

intuitive

NATURE

66%

thinking

TACTICS

100%

judging

IDENTITY

71%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

Comments

un: nami

[cartographie]

If I knew royalty was coming over I would have made the staff give me better sheets.

[ 10 seconds later... ]

Settling in okay?

[icequeenly]

[ Oh hello, she’s already blushing. Not that anyone can see - well, apart from her personal chef. ]

In my defence, I had no idea of course.
I’m well.

[ She’s not exactly in a position to complain. Although she’s used to luxury, this is… well. It’s different, everyone’s behaviour towards her is pretty intense. She’ll refrain from any kind of complaint about that though, as is her style… particularly when she’s all too aware of the rank Nami received. ]

And yourself?
Are you comfortable?

[ The polite, Mitsuru way of saying are you bothered by your less fancy living quarters? ]

@ xxii

[orphne]

Nice profile, Senpai! 😜

[icequeenly]

[ She does severely contemplate not responding to this at all. It would be too easy to hide out in her suite and not respond to any of this at all ever.

Eventually though, Kotone will receive a reply. ]

I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

@ princeofhearts

[bleakdecember]

✔

A Queen? That's quite impressive.

I was worried I wouldn't get a chance to meet our royalty, but it seems like fate has smiled on me today.

[icequeenly]

[ Well at least whoever this is hasn't mentioned the contents of that ad... though in her view, she'll have to quickly nip any ideas of "flogging" in the bud. She may never live this whole thing down. ]

That is my rank, yes.

I'm afraid that I will not be offering any of the services mentioned previously, nor am I in pursuit of any more "fans".

[ Because that must be why this person is messaging her, right? For flogging or fawning? ]

[nullificates]

you didn't even step on me yet and i'm already thanking you for the mental image!

[icequeenly]

[ This is... why do people keep wanting this from her? Her "fans" and now this person...

Of course part of her wants to just ignore/dismiss this as she normally would. Particularly as this person has come here under false presences. But then there is the genuinely curious part of her that wants to understand what the hell this is- ]

So this is something you would actually want me to do to you?

✔

[mouton]

have you reached your quota on pets yet, your majesty?

[icequeenly]

[ In the words of Edith Piaf: Mon Dieu ]

I’m not even sure how one imposes a quota on such a thing.

I did not write that personal advertisement. It is a mix of truth but also total fabrication.

text; un: boobalicious

[sonicstriker]

[ Tifa's watch sends this message, unbeknownst to her ]

This stunning peasant would be unreasonably suited to serve the queen

[icequeenly]

[ That username… ]

Fortunately I am not actually in need of any peasants to serve me. Nor do I think it very flattering for you to refer to yourself as such.

continuation of thread with sonicstriker!

[icequeenly]

That does sound more appealing than remaining out here.

[ And being gawped at. She's never one to turn down having somewhere cosy to read - not that she planned on picking up a book with new company present but still. ]

I'd be happy to join you in a pod then.

[ Likewise, she's hasn't thought to consider one with a bed... although really, given how this place has been so far it would be wise to take everything with a degree of wariness. Expect the unexpected. ]

[sonicstriker]

[ She nods, lifting her drink and getting to her feet. ]

Stay close. I can keep them at bay.

[ And she does, when someone tries to get to close, shaking her head, and when they don't, her feet shifting to a fighting stance and her fists coming up. She's not actually going to fight anyone, but it's enough to give them a little space until they've managed ask an attendant for a pod, clarify they do not want anything clearly premium, and slip inside a sweet little nook with book shelves, an intimate chaise, and bowls of candy and snacks.

It was sunny and warm and blissfully quiet. ]

That's much better. [ she sighs, taking a seat next to Mitsuru. ] Gosh I don't think I've seen a library like this since I was a kid, and ours was kind of musty.

text; un: ragnarokurwrld

[belialedge]

[ She was expecting him later today, having been informed that she’d sent her private chef away for the afternoon. Between Monika and Mitsuru’s suites, at least for the time being, Ragna wasn’t left wanting for a kitchen space of his own yet. Besides…it’s not a bad way to pass the time. Call it a comfort zone for him. But more specifically, this was his treat for her. ]

Hey, Mitsuru. You got a sec? Looking for your opinion on something.

text, un: kirijo

[icequeenly]

[ Excuse her while she takes careful note of the fact that he hasn't changed his username yet... apparently some things are sticking around. ]

Of course. What is it?

[cartographie]

[ There are many, many, good things about being involved with Mitsuru, and while those benefits range from the intangibly satisfying to the physically comfortable (maybe even comforting) – getting nearly free access to the other girl's massive wardrobe is something Nami enjoys tremendously. It's not even about the cute clothes, although they are fun, but she likes whittling away the afternoon, trying on Mitsuru's collection of sunglasses and stealing looks at her through the tinted lenses, or teasing her by way of pulling her clothes off and strolling around in her bra and panties under the guise of merely making it easy to switch outfits should something catch her eye.

The closet's as classy and refined-looking as the woman who owns it, and while Nami's likely the part that's most out of place here, she looks perfectly at east strolling around, absently glancing over fancy fabrics and designer shoes as she moves, exploring, but mindful to leave everything the way she finds it. ]

Where's that new dress you wanted me to see?

[ Nami's smiling quietly to herself when she looks away from the illuminated wall of purses Mitsuru's got going for herself in the closet and back to the queen herself, her expression softening slightly as a part of her wants to add that she's pretty sure that whatever dress Mitsuru ended up with, she's going to be stunning in. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru is in a similar state of undress currently, how else should be clad for trying on a dress after all? So what if she had made sure that the black lace lingerie set that she's wearing is one that she deems some of her very finest? It's just a coincidence. ]

It's over here. One moment.

[ The "new dress" that Nami is referring to is somewhere in the back of one of the myriad compartments of Mitsuru's walk-in closet room. Extravagant to some but admittedly she has a larger one back home. The dress is for the upcoming event for the Royal cards and the younger girl had been wanting her... friend's opinion on it. It was in a shade that she didn't normally go for and truthfully she felt like returning it. There must be a reason that her family's stylist almost always recommended black, white or red for her after all.

Thoughts of whether of the dress temporarily evaporate however, as Mitsuru accidentally knocks a long box from one of the shelves whilst she's in the process of rifling through. The box hits the ground and its contents lands on the smooth polished floor.

Ah, right, that.

The that in question is the elegant black leather riding crop that she had been gifted upon her arrival at the resort. Her name clearly visible in gold upon the handle. Truthfully, it had remained in her wardrobe pretty much ever since. She hadn't understood its purpose at first, although being in the casino had certainly opened her eyes in ways she couldn't have imagined. Since then, it had seemed even more prudent to keep it out of sight of prying eyes.

Mitsuru sighs as she kneels down to retrieve it. ]

Of course, that would fall out in your company.

Shall I prepare myself for the teasing again now?

[ She hasn't forgotten Nami's reaction the first time she had told her about her gift and there is an almost sheepish, resigned smile on Mitsuru's face as she picks up the crop. ]

mid-august (pre tdm)

[belialedge]

[ It only just recently hits the Grim Reaper that, while he wasn't exactly a socialite (never has been, never will be), his more immediate circle of closer friends and acquaintances he'd accrued at this resort were all either climbing the ranks? Or were lofty royalty already. Who could say they had three Queens in their life, all with varying decor and safe spaces for the Grim Reaper to use? While he effectively lived in Weiss', that didn't mean he was barred from his visits to everyone else. Any sense of normalcy he could find in this resort, he'd take...and there's solace in knowing that when it came to the time he spends with more tempered and matured adults, his own better mood comes shining through.

Mitsuru was a woman that he was comfortable around. He'd been to her Suite numerous times, both for a leisure change of pace and to relax, and to (inevitably) sate those urges that had been so greedily awoken in them. If nothing else, Ragna always made it a point to prelude any card exchanging with taking the time to genuinely spend time with her. A meal made as he enjoys the different environments to cook in, curling up with a good book, or trying their hand at the Casino...and evidently drawing the ire of all guests knowing that a lowly 3 held the favour of the Queen of Hearts.

It's not that difficult. Just be a regular ass person, be honest, and don't go slobbering over her feet and worshipping the ground that she walks on.

It also made the end of the evening all the more easier to slip into something more...comfortable. More honest. Ragna and Mitsuru had some unspoken, unfinished "business" from her birthday to settle. A certain Queen of Clubs had been the best damn surprise not only for the birthday girl, but for their loyal subject put on double duty in making sure both of them were lavished with attention. But this was a little more personal. More intimate. Whatever they have to tell themselves to mask the reality in that when those sparks started flying, the two just couldn't take their damn hands off one another. Like becoming two completely different people behind closed doors... ]

🌅🌅🌅

[ Last night had been a fun, albeit more tame romp in the Queen's bedchambers. Just the right amount of exhaustion and restraint that meant the two of them weren't about to be aching, lazy messes first thing in the morning. With a contented groan, their clothes a dishevelled mess still elsewhere in the bedroom, Ragna scrunches his heavy lids before opening them, tilting his head to look over at the equally nude Mitsuru, realizing his arm had remained draped over her slender waist. Of course he's not gonna remove it. Only shifting until he's lying on his side and looking down at her, idle hand propping his head up whilst his hand on her back splays more generously. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru would counter any of that with the defense that she is quite simply never a lazy mess. Sleeping in had been an entirely foreign concept to her before she had been brought to the resort and shown the appeal of spending a little extra time in bed with another. Even then, she still preferred to be the first to rise so the fact that Ragna has caught her still asleep is a testament to how very comfortable this ongoing thing between them has become.

The man always guaranteed the queen a good time after all.

Last night had been no exception and while it might not have been a marathon session on this occasion, Mitsuru still possesses that pleasantly delicious ache between her legs. The kind of soreness that she has to show for having been so thoroughly fucked and debauched by Ragna as per usual. She would never admit it, but she is an embarrassingly intimate sleeper and Ragna's arm around her waist has a soft noise of contentment escaping the redhead's throat as all but snuggles into him. Call her touch starved, why don't you?

Of course if she were more awake and her usual alert self she would have registered the sound of another door elsewhere in her suite of rooms being closed. Close enough to be audible which means whoever is in the queen of hearts' suite is CLOSE given how huge this place is. You could be at the other side of the place and not hear anyone on the other. Perhaps having had household staff her whole life, not just at the resort but back home as well, means that such a thing no longer pierces her self-conscious.

Either way, Mitsuru definitely isn't waking up yet. ]

for Weiss

[icequeenly]

continued from here

[ They had already eaten enough of the culprit food to land them both in this spot of "bother", logically it would hardly matter if they finish the rest of their respective kebabs. That's what Mitsuru tells herself at least, as she finishes off the rest of her own, likewise dabbing at her own mouth with a napkin before rising to her feet.

Turns out maintaining a dignified exit when you just want to get another person behind closed doors and rip their clothes off is a quite challenge. But she point blank refuses to make a dash for it, at the moment at least. ]

Perhaps we might find a vacant bungalow?

[ So what if they're not as grand as her suite? Mitsuru isn't sure she has the patience to wait and take the other woman up to her room. Especially not now she had eaten the rest of that kebab. ]

[schmisse]

[ There is definitely no need for a hasty exit. Weiss is trying to remain poised despite the burning need in her to do something— to touch, to kiss, to rub against something or someone. ]

Yes, I think that would be the easiest option here.

[ So long as it's vacant, it should be okay! Though she doesn't know what sort of things might be inside these bungalows to begin with. Are they just regular places to sleep in, or was the House gracious enough to decorate said bungalows with some toys? Whatever they'll see there, she has no doubts it will be fun.

And so, with her plate clean, she calls Steve over with a wave of her hand. He's sweaty and looks like he's about to pass out by the time he gets to the two queens, but he's just so ♥happy♥ to serve! Weiss merely hands him her plate and looks at Mitsuru to see if she'd offer the same to Steve. He can clean up for them. There is more important business to attend to, now.

In fact, Weiss gets up from her seat after that, smiling at Mitsuru to sweetly before moving to the other side of the table to offer a hand to the other queen. ]

during the tdm... 👀

[izanagis]

[He's been thinking about it for a while -- or more accurately, thinking of all the little reasons why it would be a bad idea. First and foremost, of all people, he knows how tough it can be to have attachments. Especially in a place like this... And yet, he finds himself composing the message anyway. It's like he can't help himself -- at least, when it comes to her.]

Are you free later?

:>

[icequeenly]

[ There's a whole plethora of reasons why getting attached to anyone here is a bad idea. Yet none of those reasons nor the logic that normally overrules her way of thinking are doing anything to stop her immediate reaction to seeing his message pop up on her device. There's that fluttering feeling in her core and the heat rising in her face- not at all helped by what he's asking her.

There is only usually one reason to ask a question like that, right? ]

Perhaps. Depends what you have in mind.

[ Teasing him a little seems like a better idea than admitting that she would readily make herself available for Yu even if she did have something planned. That's the thing about being here, she does actually have free time. Way too much of it for her liking if she's honest. ]

finally remembered to move this lol

[cartographie]

[ cntd! ]

That's…

[ Wonderful to hear. Even if her experiences regarding what happens next are a little less put together than what she's figured out about the physical side of things like these. They've come this far, and it's made Nami feel bold enough to seek out more of this sweetness, reaching out a hand to first push a sheaf of Mitsuru's hair over her shoulder, before letting the flats of her fingers brush along the elegant line of her jaw. ]

Cool.

[ An understatement, but not untrue. Nami looks too pleasantly surprised to care how short her response may have fallen, choosing to let her actions speak for her instead as she leans in to kiss Mitsuru, the fingers on her jaw lightly cradling the side of her face.

Nami lingers a long moment before pulling back just far enough to be able to utter an answer against the darker-haired redhead's lips. ]

We can be discreet, can't we?

[ Nami's brow pitches upward, further adding to the mischievous expression she's wearing. It's a look that suits the way her hands have started to wander, fingers fanning along the curve of her friend's waist before sliding low enough to allow the tips of her fingers to begin to stray just beneath the top of Mitsuru's swimsuit. ]

[icequeenly]

[ It's testament to how highly Mitsuru thinks of Nami, how utterly enamored with the other woman she is that she's not balking at the idea of what they might be about to do on this boat. In public. Yes, nobody will be able to see them when there out on the very fake sea like this but still.

She shivers as the other woman's hand descends to the top of her swimsuit and she contemplates her next move, whether this boat happens to come equipped with any toys... ]

What are you planning on doing to me Nami?

[ Or having Mitsuru do to her. In public. Why does that thought turn her on? ]

misfire; text. un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

[You know how many times he's texted Weiss? Enough that he could do it with his eyes closed.

Except, apparently not. Fingers slip, as he's groggily laying in bed.]

Is that open offer to go down on you whenever still in effect?

un: kirijo

[icequeenly]

[ The fact is she can't immediately claim that this is a wrong number because she kind of... might have a similar offer open with certain people within the resort. Maybe they just changed their username?

Either way, she is definitely awake. ]

That depends on who I'm speaking to.

january during tdm

[laserguy]

[So, why is Scott at the parking garage again? Probably a good question, especially since his last attempt at it failed miserably. Stealing a car, trying to break out, yeah, that ended with a giant nothing burger. ...He did at least make a couple of friends-- okay, maybe not that far, but people that were actually nice to him. It's something that sticks in his mind, especially since staff has started treating him like shit again.

Yeah, nice to be a 'high rank' for a moment.

Nonetheless, he's here because he's heard that new arrivals have started to emerge from the parking garage and guess he just... sort of want to help out in some way. He remembers his first day in this place and it sucked ass, only made tolerable because of the people that helped him. He thinks it's important, reaching out, maybe helping out in return. Being alone really sucks.

But guess no good deed goes unpunished, because the moment he steps inside a fancy blue Aston Martin styled luxury car, the doors immediately shut and lock, preventing Scott from having any chance to react in time. As if to add insult to injury, the car starts to loudly honk, the sound continuing as if to mock him, even though he's not pressing the horn this time. How can he? He's in the back seat this time!]

Oh, come on!

[The lights also start to flicker inside, and honestly, Scott's about to blast the door off in about 5 seconds.]

[icequeenly]

[ Gossip travels fast in this place as usual. Like Scott, Mitsuru had heard the news of their newest arrivals showing up in the parking garage and had come down here with the intention of assisting anyone struggling with coming to terms with their situation.

Instead of encountering anyone new however, she’s greeted with the obnoxious sound of a car horn going off… familiar. When she approaches the vehicle guilty of all the din, it really is déjà vu when she spies who is sitting in the back seat… ]

Scott?

[ Bizarre that he’s sitting in the back seat like that and he doesn’t exactly look chilled out. She’d heard about the cars somehow trapping people and apparently she might be looking at a case of that right now. Either way, she doesn’t hesitate to grip the door handle and ready herself for a struggle or complete failure to open it.

Which is precisely why she’s completely baffled that it opens for her on the first try… She bends down to lean through the door as she addresses him. ]

I take it that it was locked until just now?

[ Odd. She’s immediately suspicious… Rightly so as if turns out, as before she can even say or do anything else the car door begins to close again, catching her right on the backside as it does so and sending the redhead tumbling the rest of the way into the vehicle and practically into a certain unsuspecting boy’s lap with an indignant shriek. Of course the door audibly locks again once its second victim is inside. ]

for ryuji

[icequeenly]

continued from here

[ Fortunately she's not really in a place right now to give a French lesson... Although the indignity of being tackled to the floor might have gone someway towards shaking out of her haze of need. Or perhaps it wouldn't in the slightest. It's hard to think straight, nothing else seems to matter but being mated, letting him take her. It doesn't matter that they just met and they haven't even told one another their names. Mitsuru finds herself uncaring about any of that.

At least he's being gentle, this stranger she's about to let fuck her, though in her current mindset she wouldn't mind rough either. Some part of her still wants to be held, to be kissed like he's doing... she can't entirely put that down to just being a needy omega. Her back hits the softness of the grass beneath her, that ridiculously short tennis skirt already riding up as she closes her thighs around his waist, practically directing him exactly where she wants him to go. She can feel herself pressed against the hardness between his legs, beneath those shorts and it makes her groan in a shameless needy fashion into their kiss, her arms wrapping his neck and her tongue brushing past his lips to gently caress his invitingly. ]

[boneface]

[ There is still a deep need to take care of her, of his omega, as they kiss and he's not going to ignore that feeling just because he's a little lost in the sauce. As her arms go around his neck and he feels her tongue sliding against his own, he moans softly into her mouth and lets his hands run across her body. Down her sides he goes until he's caressing milky thighs and groaning softly against her. He's going to lift his hands to push his shorts and underwear down, revealing himself as his cock hangs, heavy and hard, between his legs.

He wants more, wants to touch her, to fuck her, to take care of her. And so he gives into those instincts. As they kiss, he guides his cock forward now that she's splayed underneath him, legs spread. Her underwear is already gone from their earlier venture so it makes it easy for the tip of his cock to press against her folds, rubbing gently against them until he catches on her hole and then, slowly, he'll begin to press into her.

Once his cock is steady and pressing inside of her, he uses his arms to wrap around her middle and hold her close to him as they kiss, as he snaps his hips forward and pushes inside of her, buries himself to the hilt. Then it's easy to roll his hips against her with a deep groan, starting up a slow pace of fucking into her. ]

for minato

[icequeenly]

continued from here

[ It's true she hadn't known the name of every single student at Gekkoukan, although as Student Council President she had tried to make it her business to at least have a passing familiarity with most. At least the bare minimum of knowing their faces. Apparently this boy is one who'd escaped her notice though. ]

Then I must apologise for not recognising you.

[ It's... odd, really. She's been an unwilling guest of the resort for a while now and in that time she she'd met quiet a few from her world. Some she'd met before, some she hadn't but the commonality between them is that they are never just "normal" students once she'd gotten to know them enough and realised their connection. It's that knowledge that has her instantly curious of this newcomer, although if he'd been at the school during her time there she would have absolutely known about anyone with the potential... ]

What's your name and class?

[ She didn't entirely mean that to sound as official as it comes out. Look, she might have graduated but it's still hard not to go into President mode. ]

[memori3s]

Arisato Minato.

[ His earlier conversation with Kotone reels in his head. They'd both been students in 2-F, and yet, neither of them had ever seen each other. Neither of them had ever known the other existed. ...could it be the same for Mitsuru? ]

...Class 2-F.

[ Oh well. If the jig is up, so be it. Still, it's hard not to be impressed by how this form of Kirijo Mitsuru is, more or less, the same as the one he'd once known. She'd probably ask for the name and class of an unfamiliar Gekkoukan High student as well. Comes with being Student Council President, he supposes ]

backdated to may 8... 👀

[izanagis]

[The following note is printed on nice, simple cardstock, and is delivered to Mitsuru from the front desk around lunchtime.]

Mitsuru,

Please do me the honor of meeting me tonight at 7:00 p.m. at the entrance to the entertainment quarter.

-Yu

:>

[icequeenly]

[ Yu could have just send her a text message but instead he chose to send her a more formal note invitation... Of course Mitsuru is an absolute sucker for that choice. After writing a note of her own confirming she'd be there and having her response sent back to him, she's definitely curious about what he has planned. Given what day it is it can't be a coincidence that he'd asked her out tonight of all nights, right?

She's approaching their meeting place bang on 7pm, punctual as always, wearing one of her pretty normal casual outfits, mostly because she literally has no idea what they're about to do. It could just be dinner or something totally out of left field. Honestly, she'd likely be delighted with anything given the person accompanying her... ]

backdated to the tdm!!

[survivaltricks]

[it was, perhaps, very foolish of Akira to think that he had could escape the whole. . . movie-making thing. . . that had swept through the resort completely unscathed. his average, unassuming appearance was doing him a favor, here: nobody wanted to cast a completely average joe in their passion-project!! and being passed over for most major acting roles and delegated to "production assistant" had made him a bit too confident at showing his face around the various sets. if all he was good enough for was making coffee and fetching food, then surely it wouldn't hurt to slink around the edge of the excitement just to see what was going on, right?]

[. . . biiiiig mistake]

[because even the most normal looking of guys can capture the attention of at least one desperate costume designer! and that's exactly what happened to Akira during his last excursion to the set]

[the police officer's outfit is. . . not his favorite, but it's what the costume manager had chosen for him nevertheless. at least the outfit itself is so far removed from that of a real cop that it doesn't make him uncomfortable. tolerable at worst. . . and he thinks the skirt looks great on him at best. but even then, the role of a fledgling actor was not meant to be. even a "super sexy" (quote the costume director) outfit couldn't save poor Joker and his "ordinary aura" (again: quote the costume director). and thus, he is dismissed from any further work, left to his own devices. . . and to figure out how to strip out of this costume as soon as possible]

[his first thought is to duck into a nearby trailer. which he does, opening the door and slipping inside with all of the silence of a skittish cat. the problem? he totally did not check to see if the trailer was occupied beforehand. it seems he is about due for yet another (mildly awkward but not unpleasant!) run in with Gekkoukan's premier student council president!!]

:>

[icequeenly]

[ If she were aware of any of that Mitsuru would argue that he's not in fact ordinary looking, she'd repeat what she said before about liking his hair and also mention that strange, familiar aura that he has once more that seems to draw people in.

But nope, she's currently entirely minding her own business in the trailer she's meant to change in shortly. Fortunately she hadn't yet removed any clothing when the sudden appearance of someone bursting through the door has her taken by surprise. She doesn't recognise him at first of course, not when he's dressed like that. To her he's just some stranger who just burst in here unannounced and her annoyed expression says as much as she approaches. ]

Excuse me, this trailer is occupied currently. Are you not familiar with the concept of knocking?

un: xxii, June 12

[orphne]

Hi Senpai!!

Did you have somebody deliver an Evoker to my room this morning? (｡· v ·｡) ?

un: Kirijo

[icequeenly]

I did not.
I assume the House has seen fit to return it to you.

[ That was quick... Odd. ]

I take it there was no note attached?