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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

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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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?

[belialedge]

[ It works. SNCNDNCNN ]

I’m down at the market now and there’s specials on everything.

Firm tofu is half off, but there’s also pork and chicken on special when bundled with two different vegetables.

[ This place’s ideas of combos and specials are weird as shit. …are they giving him the runaround because he’s a 2 still? ]

[icequeenly]

Here is the moment where I confess that I am not much of a chef...

[ She can make cookies. That's... pretty much it. ]

Perhaps the chicken?

[ Leaner. This is the girl whose favourite breakfast is fruit salad. ]

Otherwise I will trust your judgement.

[belialedge]

I mean, hey, that’s fine. It’s not for everyone, yeah?

[ If anything, her not cooking is a good thing for him. For doing something for her for a change. …and his boredom. ]

That works for me. I’ll grab some chicken thighs for us then.

Oh! Right. You got any idea if they stocked you up with sesame seeds?

[ Last thing he’ll ask for before he starts surprising her, promise. Spoilers: it’s not gonna be just a salad he throws some chicken on top of. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Has she even bothered to properly check that contents of all of her kitchen cabinets? Doubtful, honestly. Which is why there is a gap of quite a few minutes before her next response comes through. It's quite a walk to the kitchen through her endless rooms after all. ]

Yes. I have some.

You're going through a lot of trouble so perhaps I could at least provide something sweet for dessert?

[ ...She only resalises how that sounds after she sends the text... Hence the very quick follow-up message. ]

I just meant that I could try making something.

[belialedge]

[ He doesn't even have time to shoot her a text back, temporarily reeling as he does when he's about to select a fresh head of bok choy. If Ragna were still fresh to this world? His thickheadedness would have seen that flying over his noggin. But knowing what he does know, learning and listening to other people...what he's experienced with her— ]

Why not? Knock yourself out.

[ See? Team effort. ]

While I'm here at the market, do you need me to pick something up for your dessert?

[ He might as well, unless she's got what she needs at the ready for that much. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Considering what she has in mind is mostly sugar and something that small Japanese kids learn how to make then it's safe to assume that she has most of the ingredients... bar one. She takes a moment to check the cupboards, which admittedly she has hardly looked into since she's been living here.

Cooking really isn't her thing. ]

Just baking soda if they have it.
The chef seems to have made sure I have anything else that I might possibly need.

[belialedge]

Only the best for royalty, huh?

[ Ragna may not give her preferential treatment, more attuned to a civil hangout and just...enjoying the sane company that Mitsuru provides, but he still can't help the lighthearted poke at her rank. Besides. He can treat her like a Queen in other ways— I MEAN ]

Alright. Baking soda it is. I'll seeya soon.

[icequeenly]

Another dig, hmm?

À bientôt. Come up whenever you're ready.

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[belialedge]

Only kidding.

[ Huh! He didn't know Mitsuru spoke French. He doesn't know what she just said, but it absolutely reads like it. ]

Later.

♕ ♕ ♕

[ It pays to have access to such an extravagant suite by order of the Queen. Otherwise he would have had to message or call her when he was at the foot of the elevators, unable to even enter it without her permission before. When he was temporarily a Jack while the House sorted him into the deck, he had exclusive access to the royal floors. Now with everything accounted for, and taking the exclusive Queen of Heart's lift directly to her suite, he can actually feel the tension leaving his shoulders, huffing a sigh of relief.

Weiss, Monika, Nami, Mitsuru...he has a generous network when it came to being offered a place to stay. He couldn't take what little luck he's got for granted. Plus, it was going to be nice to just get away from the hustle and bustle of the casino life down below— especially when there was no expectations set on him for coming to visit the redhead. Relax, make her a nice lunch, and he gets to unwind and enjoy cooking in the process.

It's not often he gets a chance to actually catch up or listen to someone when they weren't just sighing his name off the blistering air. Just don't look at the couch when you first walk in, Ragna.

Despite Mitsuru telling him to come up whenever he's ready, whether she's made aware of his arrival or not, Ragna still has manners to knock a couple solid times on the front double doors, bags of fresh marketplace ingredients in hand. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Coincidentally- or not so- Mitsuru is making a considerable effort not to even glance at the sofa as she awaits Ragna's arrival. Too many memories and she doesn't need to start feeling flustered right now.

She may not be much of a cook in any sense of the word but that doesn't stop the redhead taking this seriously nor making sure that she is ready to assist should her guest need it. That's why when Mitsuru opens the door upon his arrival and subsequent knocking, Ragna will find the queen clad in more or less identical attire to what she wears when preparing tea and food back home. She is even wearing Japanese style house slippers on her feet, which is likely a far cry from when he had last seen her and she... well, she hadn't been wearing much at all by the end, had she?

She offers him a small but welcoming smile, markedly more aloof and poised though now that she hasn't got a certain tea coursing through her veins... ]

It's good to see you - bienvenue.

[ She stands to one side to allow him the room to come into her suite. ] Please come in.

[belialedge]

[ Ragna isn't left waiting for long by the time the Queen has arrived. But when he lays his eyes on her, her choice in attire actually...manages to throw him for a loop! Not in any unpleasant fashion, but to see her more relaxed despite the lofty circumstances she finds herself in, actually does a good job in setting him at ease in turn. This was supposed to be your everyday unwinding opportunity; the truth was that seemed to be hard to come by these days. Not that he ever minded the wildfire of a spark that was their type of relationship from the start.

But despite how uncouth he could be behind closed doors (and in public, really. everyone's heard his mouth aksjldf), if there was one thing that he wouldn't say no to, it was a little more normalcy in his life. Yet again, something that could no longer be granted to him in the life that he knew back home. But until the time came that everything and everyone was set back in place, he's here now, bags in hand and her little yet welcoming smile urging a small one from Ragna in kind. Not many people spoke French back home anymore, but it does sound familiar!

All the same, the white-haired man takes a step back into her suite, mindful not to let his eyes wander in the same vein Mitsuru's did over everything that happened to them upon prior encounters. ]

Good to seeya too, Mitsuru. [ A beat. ] Thanks.

[ He only gets a couple steps in before he blinks, glancing back over his shoulder back to the redhead to ask: ]

Remind me where the kitchen is again? [ Not that he was going to get to work immediately! But. Just so he didn't just go dropping these bags off right here at random. Also, ] I still can't get over how freaking massive these suites are.

[ They're practically manors. Also, how much attention was Ragna paying attention to locations... 💦 ]

[icequeenly]

I suppose they are rather on the large side.

[ Said entirely like someone who has spent her entire life living in mansions and finds rooms at this kind of scale entirely normal, although she has enough self-awareness to be conscious of the fact that this hardly the case for everyone. ]

Follow me.

[ She had said she would make something sweet after all, it'll pass for dessert even though it's more of a snack than anything else.

The scale of her rooms is more apparent than ever on the walk. Lavish room after lavish room is passed by as they walk down the hallway of polished white marble and fine classical statues. She hadn't exactly taken him this way last time he was here... ]

You managed to get all of the ingredients I trust?