[Of course, there is the fact she does still wear a cross on all of her clothes that might be worth asking, if not here than another time.
But yes, if she ever starts to fail to tease someone when given the shot, she might be on her death bed. Luckily no such issues here! Tired as she looks and acts (seemingly forgetting what she was doing until she looks back to see she forgot what she was after on her bed), her spirits do seem to be high. It's clear she's only worn out physically, the more she slowly works about the room, putting her pajamas in with the dirty laundry, and the rest of her things away.]
[ Should he leave the room, maybe stop watching her as she sets to work on all that? She's not precisely changing, so probably not, right...? Still, he does follow her with his eyes, whatever his intent was. He crosses his hands, watching her as she goes about that.
He should plan out some other quips, right?
Or maybe just say something else in general?
Well, it's not like the mood is poor, he'll just sort of hum a little and watch her prepare ]
[ Her big wings are still unsettling to him, he can't lie. Reflex still has him feeling weird about it ] I don't know, if you had cute little ... hmm. Green ones, maybe?
[ . . . He shouldn't admit to her he's often imagined what color wings are under everyone's shirts, only to remember that there are no wings there. He wonders when he'll move past that. If he ever will ]
[She'd wondered if he'd been thinking about that last place he'd been. Feeling a bit friendly (and not woozy, of course not), she comes to sit by him on his bed.]
What color were yours?
[Also hi little Julia. Rin smiles at the baby Kangaskhan and reaches over to give her a pat on the head.]
[ . . . Man, this'll never not be a little bit embarrassing at least. Still, she was being sincere, so he can at least answer: ]
Pink. A very bright pink, as you could say my soul was.
[ Not really, but it sounds hammy enough to work. So he says it, though his cheeks do color a bit. Julia does lean into that though, scooting closer to Rin, and then making to climb up onto the bed to get between them. The little purpleish girl coos a bit to be touched. ]
Huh...? No, not really. I only met "this" Rin-kun we have here a few times, and I never really had a long chat with the one from Luceti. Most I ever said to the guy was praising his udon, I think.
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Ah, that's almost a shame, really.
[ Wow, she took it literally. ]
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[Except she's not at all, and it couldn't be more obvious from the happy look on her face. Rin Tohsaka the fantasy killer, always glad to serve.]
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[ Hah.
But at least she has the energy to do that. ]
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But yes, if she ever starts to fail to tease someone when given the shot, she might be on her death bed. Luckily no such issues here! Tired as she looks and acts (seemingly forgetting what she was doing until she looks back to see she forgot what she was after on her bed), her spirits do seem to be high. It's clear she's only worn out physically, the more she slowly works about the room, putting her pajamas in with the dirty laundry, and the rest of her things away.]
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He should plan out some other quips, right?
Or maybe just say something else in general?
Well, it's not like the mood is poor, he'll just sort of hum a little and watch her prepare ]
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What? Is there something on my back?
[She doesn't think that's it at all (or at least hopes not, aha...), but it's an out for him.]
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[ It's the first thing he thought of, sue him. ]
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Pass. I couldn't pull them off as stunningly as that bird lady.
[Plus from the way they met, she thinks wings would hurt a lot.]
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[ Her big wings are still unsettling to him, he can't lie. Reflex still has him feeling weird about it ] I don't know, if you had cute little ... hmm. Green ones, maybe?
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[ . . . He shouldn't admit to her he's often imagined what color wings are under everyone's shirts, only to remember that there are no wings there. He wonders when he'll move past that. If he ever will ]
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[All of her skirts are black, and of course her stockings.]
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[ His didn't, of course, but still. ]
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What color were yours?
[Also hi little Julia. Rin smiles at the baby Kangaskhan and reaches over to give her a pat on the head.]
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Pink. A very bright pink, as you could say my soul was.
[ Not really, but it sounds hammy enough to work. So he says it, though his cheeks do color a bit. Julia does lean into that though, scooting closer to Rin, and then making to climb up onto the bed to get between them. The little purpleish girl coos a bit to be touched. ]
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[ Huff!
Julia looks confused about why they're laughing, but also nuzzles in, now she made it up ]
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That other Rin's were blue.
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[ ... Come to think of it, he'd not really told anyone he recognized some people here, did he? ]
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[Yeah, neither that nor the obvious that they're not always the "same".]
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[To put it politely. Her tone, however, says "explain".]
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