Hah. [ Okay, maybe it's because she's opened him up in more ways than one. While he's not exactly sassing her, he does concede defeat to her yet again. At least she wasn't harping on him "having a crush", anymore. ] I'll take that as "Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity".
[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
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[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
[ "....." whisperwhisperwhispernowecan'tstaylikethis ]
Yah huh, thought so. Here's the deal, voyeurs.
[ "It's the Teasing Trio—" ]
VOYEURS.
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
Here.