It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
[ Ah! So he's onto something. For once, he's got a leg up on her in the teasing department. Whether or not he uses this newfound ammunition to his advantage down the road, she seems to be gripping his fingers tighter than before. ...Yeah, no. He's pulling the trigger on that one real quick. ]
It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
[ He really just won't stop talking, huh? He's still pointing things out, and she almost wants to smack his face for it. Almost. At the very least, Weiss manages to control herself and doesn't do any of that. She lets him continue, building up the pressure that's welling within her. When he angles his hand differently and buries his fingers deeper inside her, she rolls her hips in turn. She moves with him, encourages him to move his hand more. She can handle it better now, and if her thighs twitching again and her pussy gripping his fingers tightly was any indication, he's doing well in taking care of her.
She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
[ Unfortunately(?) for Weiss, what neither of them knew at this current point in time was that she had bagged herself a real idiot in this Crimson Calamity. Their only mutual reprieve was that, at least for the Grim Reaper, he was going to have a lot of time to think. Time that can be occupied far later when he wasn't currently in the middle of building that pressure in her abdomen when he can feel her thigh twitching in his hand, and her pussy gripping his fingers tighter. How could he not get hard riling her back up this way? If he were addled with lust and swimming in aphrodisiacs, Weiss might have had a cause for concern that her makeshift partner in this elevator might have just wanted to push for another round.
With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
[ There definitely doesn't need to be any questions asked about this. She does want to lay down for a bit though, but any moment of reprieve granted to her helps. At least, after she rides this orgasm out anyway, Ragna prolonging those waves of pleasure as he keeps inside her for a bit longer. ]
... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
[ It seems that the Teasing Trio have indeed had their fill of the couple. Even though Weiss got creative with her Glyphs and barred their sight of it all, the bickering, the affection that seeped through the cracks and the seeming genuine care they took in each other despite only just meeting... There was no prompting any of that once the two of them got carried away. Drawing his hand out of her, he instinctively wipes it on the side of his pants, uncaring of the stain of her juices that'll stay there as the lighting in the elevator is fully restored. Thank god the chair wasn't getting blipped out of existence so abruptly on them. ]
Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
If I didn't say so earlier, I'd be teasing you now about asking someone you just met to come up to your suite to use your bath...
[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
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. ]
[ That gets a huff out of her. Right, right. At least Weiss is smiling when she says: ]
Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
[ He didn't quite know it or accept it yet, but he had certain @ angel to thank for calming his nerves. That, and while he was indeed terrified of them at first...the longer he was forced to stick around them and keep his attentions on Weiss, the easier it became to see that they...weren't that bad. Which basically means that if Ragna barks loud enough and forces himself to be enough of an asshole to ghosts, he can brute-force his way through his fears. ...Maybe. Most of the time. Don't test that theory. He's moving in, Weiss... ]
Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
You had a tie on earlier, didn't you? Do you normally wear one at home?
[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
Not particularly. [ He sucks it up and lets himself stand perfectly still for her while she unbuttons and readjusts for him, rubbing the back of his neck. ] I tend to wear tops up to my collar. Not gonna lie...still feel a bit naked without my usual gear.
[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
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[ What the hell, Ragna!!!
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
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It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
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She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
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With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
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... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
They've only just met, after all. ]
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Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
They've only just met, after all. ]
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[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
[ Just... had to make that clear, you know? ]
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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.
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Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
Do you want me to take care of that?
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He's moving in, Weiss...]Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
Sure.
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[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
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[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
'DING!' ]