[When given the opportunity, there is no way that Kiritsubo is not choosing "on top". As smoothly as if this was still just a professional examination but as sensually as if it were a seduction, she slides a knee onto the edge of his mattress and then straddles him, settling as if she quite content there despite the need to continue their rather business-appropriate conversation.
It is so interesting to her... that adaptability of his. The way he seemed to take in what was happening and decide how to react to it. She has seen youkai like that, but in a human...]
Yeah~
[Lips still curled in that pleased expression, the bit of trickster manifest that her kind was known in her lands to enjoy, she lets her palm flatten gently on his chest over the lotus, fingertips tracing now directly over the lines of the unfurling petals. As she speaks... her other hand is going for the pouch she wears hanging off her sash, pulling out a small knife.]
It's just a small little trick, mind, but... it could serve you very well some day, and surprise your opponent enough to give you a chance to turn things around.
[Except what it does? Why would she describe that in words when she could simply demonstrate? Holding up the knife with a flourish so he knows well and good it is about to be used, not about to risk him reacting poorly to a sudden "attack" from her this close, she pulls her other hand off his skin in order to point with her finger.]
Watch carefully, now.
[As she suddenly stabs him in the chest.
Or. She would have... if the ink of the tattoo she had inscribed on his flesh didn't abandon its shape to race straight to the point of what would be piercing impact, hardening beneath his skin at the precise point where the tip of the blade only just began to cut in to him before the spell was triggered. The knife doesn't get more than a fraction of a millimeter in, even though the muscles in Kiritsubo's arm are flexed and quivering with the force behind the blow and the effort to keep pressing in.]
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It is so interesting to her... that adaptability of his. The way he seemed to take in what was happening and decide how to react to it. She has seen youkai like that, but in a human...]
Yeah~
[Lips still curled in that pleased expression, the bit of trickster manifest that her kind was known in her lands to enjoy, she lets her palm flatten gently on his chest over the lotus, fingertips tracing now directly over the lines of the unfurling petals. As she speaks... her other hand is going for the pouch she wears hanging off her sash, pulling out a small knife.]
It's just a small little trick, mind, but... it could serve you very well some day, and surprise your opponent enough to give you a chance to turn things around.
[Except what it does? Why would she describe that in words when she could simply demonstrate? Holding up the knife with a flourish so he knows well and good it is about to be used, not about to risk him reacting poorly to a sudden "attack" from her this close, she pulls her other hand off his skin in order to point with her finger.]
Watch carefully, now.
[As she suddenly stabs him in the chest.
Or. She would have... if the ink of the tattoo she had inscribed on his flesh didn't abandon its shape to race straight to the point of what would be piercing impact, hardening beneath his skin at the precise point where the tip of the blade only just began to cut in to him before the spell was triggered. The knife doesn't get more than a fraction of a millimeter in, even though the muscles in Kiritsubo's arm are flexed and quivering with the force behind the blow and the effort to keep pressing in.]