[ For once? Ragna was preparing himself to let it all go. The less trouble and shit he stirs for Weiss while they're out and about, the better. It's not like she's the one getting the poor treatment anymore. Things might have been different if she were still a 5 rank, just a step or two above where he was thanks to her. Though really, the only reason he can actually say he lives comfortably here (3 or royal suite alike) was because of the tiny Schnee at his side. So when she proudly declares how GODDAMN HORNY she'd get if they treated him like royalty too? His initial shock and bristling reaction was fleeting at best, as he knows exactly why she's doing it.
She's trying to make things easier for him too.
...It doesn't make the staff begrudgingly calling him 'Lord Bloodedge' any less weird. ...Lowkey? Kind of a badass name when it's put like that. Not a turn-on so don't call him that Weiss please but ljkFADS ]
I mean, [ He shrugs as he's practically used as a human coathanger (at least this time it's not her towel hanging off his dick?) for her various ensembles. ] knock yourself out, Weiss. What am I gonna do?
[ Besides sit here in a lounge chair with his leg crossed over his lap casually, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat while she shuffles off and steps behind the curtain to get changed. As Weiss works between dresses, whilst they're being watched, one of the staff members does happen over before the Queen can emerge from her dressing room, drawing Ragna's attention. Sure enough,
"Would you like for your purchases to be safely stowed in Queen Weiss' suite when you're finished, Lord Bloodedge?" ]
Ugh, I take it back, it's weird as hell....
[ Muttered to himself. But also, ]
Sure. Saves us the hassle.
[ "Very good then!" ]
... .... You can leave now.
[ Dot. Dot. Dot. But they wish to witness their SO HORNY Queen step out now that they're begrudgingly treating Ragna like a royal too— ]
Leave now.
[ Y-Yes! Of course. Right away. Grumble mumble stupidass fake royalty...we'll be watching. Ragna is just in time to be by his lonesome once more when Weiss slides the curtain to one side and shows off the dress he approved of earlier. But it wasn't just good on its own...no. Oh no. ]
Damn. [ Quickest beat. ] I-I mean wow?
[ Another rapid beat, quickly readjusting his hold on the dresses in his arms so that they don't slip or fall to the floor in his daze. ]
That looks pretty damn good on you. Hair up, hair down, you uh...
[ Oh Weiss. Was this the reaction you were hoping for? Because he kind of underestimated how good it'd look on her despite the fact she practically kills every look she tries. His otherwise fair complexion was reddening as he realizes how stupid he's being. So he clears his throat, sucks it the hell up and...
You don't have to wax poetic, Ragna. Just say it properly. ]
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She's trying to make things easier for him too.
...It doesn't make the staff begrudgingly calling him 'Lord Bloodedge' any less weird.
...Lowkey? Kind of a badass name when it's put like that. Not a turn-on so don't call him that Weiss please but ljkFADS]I mean, [ He shrugs as he's practically used as a human coathanger (at least this time it's not her towel hanging off his dick?) for her various ensembles. ] knock yourself out, Weiss. What am I gonna do?
[ Besides sit here in a lounge chair with his leg crossed over his lap casually, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat while she shuffles off and steps behind the curtain to get changed. As Weiss works between dresses, whilst they're being watched, one of the staff members does happen over before the Queen can emerge from her dressing room, drawing Ragna's attention. Sure enough,
"Would you like for your purchases to be safely stowed in Queen Weiss' suite when you're finished, Lord Bloodedge?" ]
Ugh, I take it back, it's weird as hell....
[ Muttered to himself. But also, ]
Sure. Saves us the hassle.
[ "Very good then!" ]
... .... You can leave now.
[ Dot. Dot. Dot. But they wish to witness their SO HORNY Queen step out now that they're
begrudginglytreating Ragna like a royal too— ]Leave now.
[ Y-Yes! Of course. Right away.
Grumble mumble stupidass fake royalty...we'll be watching.Ragna is just in time to be by his lonesome once more when Weiss slides the curtain to one side and shows off the dress he approved of earlier. But it wasn't just good on its own...no. Oh no. ]Damn. [ Quickest beat. ] I-I mean wow?
[ Another rapid beat, quickly readjusting his hold on the dresses in his arms so that they don't slip or fall to the floor in his daze. ]
That looks pretty damn good on you. Hair up, hair down, you uh...
[ Oh Weiss. Was this the reaction you were hoping for? Because he kind of underestimated how good it'd look on her despite the fact she practically kills every look she tries. His otherwise fair complexion was reddening as he realizes how stupid he's being. So he clears his throat, sucks it the hell up and...
You don't have to wax poetic, Ragna. Just say it properly. ]
That looks beautiful on you.