[ He's more than okay with it now. He doesn't pull away. He would never pull away from her. Not anymore. Though, really, if there was anyone else at the resort who tried to pull this stunt on him? Whether or not he let it happen, there would have been far more hesitation about it all. No matter how well acquainted he became with everyone else here...there's something special about the way that Weiss talks to him. Shows her own appreciation when he knows how hard it is to come by.
There's flirting and rolling with the punches of the big game they all play, but then there's the way she treats him...even from the day they first met without either of them truly realizing how deep this would run...
It's a feeling that he knows he can't take for granted. That he never will. Which is why when she asks him about the food court, Ragna doesn't even have to think for another second before she gets her answer. ]
I want an actual restaurant with you. Find somewhere nice to sit down without all the hustle and bustle of everyone walking around us.
[ Every dress is now hanging upon his person effortlessly. Thankfully, they can at least order that they get whisked away to her Suite before they're finally done. ]
Yeah. Take 'em all, Weiss.
[ He can't really return any kind of affectionate gesture before taking his leave while wrapped up in dresses like this in his hands and arms. But he can at least sway his hip subtly to bump alongside hers with a contented smile. What she did earlier? It meant more than he may have ever truly been able convey with words. Even without the cursed chips in his account, Ragna may have very well gone ahead and done this for her already. In the months since coming here, Weiss deserved it and then some.
A shame that good mood of his sours slightly the instant he steps outside the dressing room because sure enough...hanging around with their hands behind their backs and whistling away as if nothing was amiss or they weren't trying to voyeur their way into listening to the Queen getting royally slammed, was the staff waiting on them. ]
Hey you two.
[ One of them cocks a brow at the Grim Reaper as if they had been inconvenienced severely.
"Yes sir?" ]
Lord Bloodedge?
[ Right??? Correcting them since it was by their Queen's behest that they treat him like royalty too, that they begrudgingly use the title he's now wielding like the smartass that he is. ]
Take me up to the front counter with these dresses, wouldja? Everything's being paid for by me.
[ "Ohhh nooo. That just won't do at all, Lord Bloodedge. Please, allow us to take all the dresses for you and package them all up! We'll bring them up to the front for you to pay once you're ready." Without waiting for Ragna's approval or not, they start stripping the dresses off his body like they're taking their coats at the end of a party before leaving. At first, as odd as their shift in attitude was so suddenly...Weiss did say they needed to treat him with more respect if they wanted to be witness to her getting SOOOOO HORNY. A free hand now on his hip, he sighs as he looks around to see if he can spot Weiss amidst the spacious shopping floor.
He can't. She really did take off to go finish up. ]
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There's flirting and rolling with the punches of the big game they all play, but then there's the way she treats him...even from the day they first met without either of them truly realizing how deep this would run...
It's a feeling that he knows he can't take for granted. That he never will. Which is why when she asks him about the food court, Ragna doesn't even have to think for another second before she gets her answer. ]
I want an actual restaurant with you. Find somewhere nice to sit down without all the hustle and bustle of everyone walking around us.
[ Every dress is now hanging upon his person effortlessly. Thankfully, they can at least order that they get whisked away to her Suite before they're finally done. ]
Yeah. Take 'em all, Weiss.
[ He can't really return any kind of affectionate gesture before taking his leave while wrapped up in dresses like this in his hands and arms. But he can at least sway his hip subtly to bump alongside hers with a contented smile. What she did earlier? It meant more than he may have ever truly been able convey with words. Even without the cursed chips in his account, Ragna may have very well gone ahead and done this for her already. In the months since coming here, Weiss deserved it and then some.
A shame that good mood of his sours slightly the instant he steps outside the dressing room because sure enough...hanging around with their hands behind their backs and whistling away as if nothing was amiss or they weren't trying to voyeur their way into listening to the Queen getting royally slammed, was the staff waiting on them. ]
Hey you two.
[ One of them cocks a brow at the Grim Reaper as if they had been inconvenienced severely.
"Yes sir?" ]
Lord Bloodedge?
[ Right??? Correcting them since it was by their Queen's behest that they treat him like royalty too, that they begrudgingly use the title he's now wielding like the smartass that he is. ]
Take me up to the front counter with these dresses, wouldja? Everything's being paid for by me.
[ "Ohhh nooo. That just won't do at all, Lord Bloodedge. Please, allow us to take all the dresses for you and package them all up! We'll bring them up to the front for you to pay once you're ready." Without waiting for Ragna's approval or not, they start stripping the dresses off his body like they're taking their coats at the end of a party before leaving. At first, as odd as their shift in attitude was so suddenly...Weiss did say they needed to treat him with more respect if they wanted to be witness to her getting SOOOOO HORNY. A free hand now on his hip, he sighs as he looks around to see if he can spot Weiss amidst the spacious shopping floor.
He can't. She really did take off to go finish up. ]
Oh well. I guess I'll wait up front.