W-well, if you're s-so desperate to be useful...I suppose I will allow you to h-hold my body on the way, as long as you remember I'm still th-the exclusive property of Byakuya-sama...
Um, I'd try not to think of you as property in general, but you've got it...
[ ?????
but okay anyway. you weigh like four pounds to him it's like a couple of grapes so. rondo'll get an arm under her legs, careful to catch her skirt fabric if she's wearing one so nothing gets exposed - a boy raised with good manners and also a sister - and then straighten up properly. it is in fact the sweep off your feet princess carry.
off we trot to the cabin! important cargo! clearly very injured person here. ]
Just let me know if I jostle you and it hurts, okay? I'll be as careful as I can.
D-don't worry, it's a privilege to be considered Byakuya-sama's prized livestock.
[she is his pig...
Anyway she is absolutely flabbergasted. He just goes for it. She tenses as he approaches, realizing at the last moment this could absolutely be a prank. What if he drops her in cow manure, or throws her off a cliff, or delivers her as a sacrifice to Makimaaa-AAAAAH.
She is up in his arms. A man is holding her off the ground, and it is not to take her to a prison cell. She spends the first three seconds staring into the void, eyes wide and fingers curled on dead air. Those are human arms wrapped around her. Thick arms. Sturdy and dotted with sweat. Man. Men. Holding her.
—as careful as I can.]
Ha....hahaha... [She pulls her feet in, hands pressed over her thumping heart.] T-to think you would actually...d-debase yourself for my sake...lifting this wretched body off the dirt it b-belongs to...hahaha...
[ every single tag in this thread from you deserves to be in a museum this is putting me in the ground
fukawa says a lot of words that rondo does not understand. like they are words he understands out of context but in the context she specifically uses them in they are extremely confusing. this is one of those times. ]
I wouldn't say you're wretched either. [ he says with a little frown - the expression is serious, a little perturbed to hear fukawa talk about herself that way again, and he huffs. ] Or that it's debasing to help you. I'm glad to help in any way that I can - I promise, I won't drop you.
[ so there! protagonist genuineness on full effect. and true to his word, he goes as carefully as he can as he bumps open the door with his foot, scanning the interior of the Cute Little Cabin before heading for the couch over by the fireplace. ] Is it alright to set you down on the couch?
[ as he's thinking about bandages and ice... about his own healing skills that are like mediocre at best..... ]
[sisi you are doing the same to me and i am so sorry to Rondo, who has only ever been here to try his best. I am sorry you are in charge of this circus little man.]
...Keh...
[She flushes deeply from the neck up and looks away. Far away. She is now in a prison of her own making. A ripped and tank-topped prison. Truthfully she still can't believe it worked, especially considering how few charms she has to her name. Perhaps some of Hagakure-san's wisdom about womanly wiles has rubbed off on her.
He carries her inside, and her heart patters as if she were running for her life the whole time. She always imagined it would be Byakuya-sama carrying her over the threshold of their future home — not that she expects anything from Rondo but for god's sake let her have this. Let her have her grisly table scraps, so she can suck the meat off them later and spin them into beautifully fleshed out delusions on paper and in dreams. Byakuya-sama is more slight than Rondo, perhaps, but they are of a height and both are tow-headed.
That is where the similarities promptly end. But it is enough for now...]
S-sure, okay. Haha, I will...be set on the couch.
[He could have set her on the floor and she would have been happy but this is also fine. She has no idea what she'll do when he goes to check her ankle and there is zero swelling or bruising. Yelp when he touches it? She'll figure it out.]
it's funny - sometimes with fukawa, it feels especially like rondo messes up all the time. this ist he first time since they've talked about books the first week that he's feeling... okay? if confused. and a little worried about her, listening to her berate herself and talk about herself in such a cruel way. still, to be able to help someone is important to him, and even if he can only really help her like this... at least it's something, right?
carefully, he eases her down on the couch, making sure not to bump her poor, clearly absolutely very injured ankle, making sure she's leaning against the pillows. once that's done, he reaches for the NPC hammerspace TM, feeling around until he comes out with a small first aid kit. it'snot much, but it's something! and so, he'll come down to one knee in front of her, looking up. ]
Would you rather me just use a bandage, instead of any magic? I know sometimes people would prefer what's more normal for them.
[ the question's very serious and earnest, testing for her comfort. ] And.. here, if you can set your foot right here - [ patting his knee!! here you go. rest here ] so I can get a good look at it...?
My god, she has done absolutely nothing to deserve this. Fukawa swallows thickly, audibly even as she is treated to pillows, laid down so gently, as if she were a normal girl. Maybe even an above average one? We could hope. And Rondo hasn't cringed once, or made weird faces or commented about her hygiene or her stutter or her commentary, or even tried to politely make up an excuse to get out of this? In fact he seems somewhat enthusiastic.
Could it be that he actually had real feelings for her?
No, that would be crazy. unless?]
Uh, um. [Magic? As in do some kind of psychic scan of her tissue to fix the issue, of which there is none?] Ahaha, b-bandage would be fine...I don't h-have much experience with magic. Maybe I'd even b-be allergic, so it's best not to try it.
[yes. smooth as butter. And — oh. Oh.]
Y-you want me to put my dirty f-foot on your lap? I see...h-how can I refuse your request now? Hahaha...
[WAIT]
I showered yesterday!
[before he can say anything about the smell. She's clean today...
...anyway tremulously lifts her "injured" foot up for him.]
[ goddammit i forgot about the fucking edited komaeda jesus i laughed so bad
ANYWAY. it's fine. no cringing, no shouting, no yelling - he just looks up at her with concern, though his brow furrows as she continues describing herself as dirty and continues being a little strange about it, and that turns to a very slight startle when she blurts that she's clean. ]
...That's...good...?
[ ?????
and, of course, once she sets her injured foot on his thigh, he gets right to work, carefully supporting her under the ankle with a very light touch as he examines, peering on either side. it doesn't look hurt... hmm. ]
Sometimes bruises take a little while to form, so... it's best just to be cautious, just in case.
[ that seems reasonable, yes. this makes sense. the frown dissipates - he shakes his head, and dutifully sets about getting out the ace bandages and one of those little ice packs. the latter's set aside for now, but he glances back up at her, earnest and kind as ever. ]
Is it okay if I take off your shoe to wrap the bandage properly? [ are you wearin socks. what's the shoe fit ]
I'm sorry to say that the touch of gentle fingers on even a fully stockinged and shoed foot sends shivers down her spine. She is watching this from the pillow she is propped against with her hands pressed tight to her mouth and eyes so wide.
She nods at the question, delicately replying.]
You may...I've g-given you permission, but even so...I'm p-powerless to resist...
[Why, he could do just about anything to her now and she would not be able to stop him...oh no what a predicament...]
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SO sincerely: ]
Oh... Then - Would it be alright if I carried you...? I'd hate for you to hurt yourself worse - I can at least tape it up for you either way...
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W-well, if you're s-so desperate to be useful...I suppose I will allow you to h-hold my body on the way, as long as you remember I'm still th-the exclusive property of Byakuya-sama...
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[ ?????
but okay anyway. you weigh like four pounds to him it's like a couple of grapes so. rondo'll get an arm under her legs, careful to catch her skirt fabric if she's wearing one so nothing gets exposed - a boy raised with good manners and also a sister - and then straighten up properly. it is in fact the sweep off your feet princess carry.
off we trot to the cabin! important cargo! clearly very injured person here. ]
Just let me know if I jostle you and it hurts, okay? I'll be as careful as I can.
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[she is his pig...
Anyway she is absolutely flabbergasted. He just goes for it. She tenses as he approaches, realizing at the last moment this could absolutely be a prank. What if he drops her in cow manure, or throws her off a cliff, or delivers her as a sacrifice to Makimaaa-AAAAAH.
She is up in his arms. A man is holding her off the ground, and it is not to take her to a prison cell. She spends the first three seconds staring into the void, eyes wide and fingers curled on dead air. Those are human arms wrapped around her. Thick arms. Sturdy and dotted with sweat. Man. Men. Holding her.
—as careful as I can.]
Ha....hahaha... [She pulls her feet in, hands pressed over her thumping heart.] T-to think you would actually...d-debase yourself for my sake...lifting this wretched body off the dirt it b-belongs to...hahaha...
[this could still be a trap.
She latches her arms around his neck.]
Don't drop me!
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fukawa says a lot of words that rondo does not understand. like they are words he understands out of context but in the context she specifically uses them in they are extremely confusing. this is one of those times. ]
I wouldn't say you're wretched either. [ he says with a little frown - the expression is serious, a little perturbed to hear fukawa talk about herself that way again, and he huffs. ] Or that it's debasing to help you. I'm glad to help in any way that I can - I promise, I won't drop you.
[ so there! protagonist genuineness on full effect. and true to his word, he goes as carefully as he can as he bumps open the door with his foot, scanning the interior of the Cute Little Cabin before heading for the couch over by the fireplace. ] Is it alright to set you down on the couch?
[ as he's thinking about bandages and ice... about his own healing skills that are like mediocre at best..... ]
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...Keh...
[She flushes deeply from the neck up and looks away. Far away. She is now in a prison of her own making. A ripped and tank-topped prison. Truthfully she still can't believe it worked, especially considering how few charms she has to her name. Perhaps some of Hagakure-san's wisdom about womanly wiles has rubbed off on her.
He carries her inside, and her heart patters as if she were running for her life the whole time. She always imagined it would be Byakuya-sama carrying her over the threshold of their future home — not that she expects anything from Rondo but for god's sake let her have this. Let her have her grisly table scraps, so she can suck the meat off them later and spin them into beautifully fleshed out delusions on paper and in dreams. Byakuya-sama is more slight than Rondo, perhaps, but they are of a height and both are tow-headed.
That is where the similarities promptly end. But it is enough for now...]
S-sure, okay. Haha, I will...be set on the couch.
[He could have set her on the floor and she would have been happy but this is also fine. She has no idea what she'll do when he goes to check her ankle and there is zero swelling or bruising. Yelp when he touches it? She'll figure it out.]
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it's funny - sometimes with fukawa, it feels especially like rondo messes up all the time. this ist he first time since they've talked about books the first week that he's feeling... okay? if confused. and a little worried about her, listening to her berate herself and talk about herself in such a cruel way. still, to be able to help someone is important to him, and even if he can only really help her like this... at least it's something, right?
carefully, he eases her down on the couch, making sure not to bump her poor, clearly absolutely very injured ankle, making sure she's leaning against the pillows. once that's done, he reaches for the NPC hammerspace TM, feeling around until he comes out with a small first aid kit. it'snot much, but it's something! and so, he'll come down to one knee in front of her, looking up. ]
Would you rather me just use a bandage, instead of any magic? I know sometimes people would prefer what's more normal for them.
[ the question's very serious and earnest, testing for her comfort. ] And.. here, if you can set your foot right here - [ patting his knee!! here you go. rest here ] so I can get a good look at it...?
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My god, she has done absolutely nothing to deserve this. Fukawa swallows thickly, audibly even as she is treated to pillows, laid down so gently, as if she were a normal girl. Maybe even an above average one? We could hope. And Rondo hasn't cringed once, or made weird faces or commented about her hygiene or her stutter or her commentary, or even tried to politely make up an excuse to get out of this? In fact he seems somewhat enthusiastic.
Could it be that he actually had real feelings for her?
No, that would be crazy. unless?]
Uh, um. [Magic? As in do some kind of psychic scan of her tissue to fix the issue, of which there is none?] Ahaha, b-bandage would be fine...I don't h-have much experience with magic. Maybe I'd even b-be allergic, so it's best not to try it.
[yes. smooth as butter. And — oh. Oh.]
Y-you want me to put my dirty f-foot on your lap? I see...h-how can I refuse your request now? Hahaha...
[WAIT]
I showered yesterday!
[before he can say anything about the smell. She's clean today...
...anyway tremulously lifts her "injured" foot up for him.]
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ANYWAY. it's fine. no cringing, no shouting, no yelling - he just looks up at her with concern, though his brow furrows as she continues describing herself as dirty and continues being a little strange about it, and that turns to a very slight startle when she blurts that she's clean. ]
...That's...good...?
[ ?????
and, of course, once she sets her injured foot on his thigh, he gets right to work, carefully supporting her under the ankle with a very light touch as he examines, peering on either side. it doesn't look hurt... hmm. ]
Sometimes bruises take a little while to form, so... it's best just to be cautious, just in case.
[ that seems reasonable, yes. this makes sense. the frown dissipates - he shakes his head, and dutifully sets about getting out the ace bandages and one of those little ice packs. the latter's set aside for now, but he glances back up at her, earnest and kind as ever. ]
Is it okay if I take off your shoe to wrap the bandage properly? [ are you wearin socks. what's the shoe fit ]
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I'm sorry to say that the touch of gentle fingers on even a fully stockinged and shoed foot sends shivers down her spine. She is watching this from the pillow she is propped against with her hands pressed tight to her mouth and eyes so wide.
She nods at the question, delicately replying.]
You may...I've g-given you permission, but even so...I'm p-powerless to resist...
[Why, he could do just about anything to her now and she would not be able to stop him...oh no what a predicament...]