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Ragna=the=Bloodedge ([personal profile] belialedge) wrote in [personal profile] schmisse 2024-09-10 06:23 am (UTC)

[ And frankly? He might have very well done just that! It was a proverbial coin toss at this stage. But the last thing he needed was to cause distress or something to the "Queen" when they were anticipating something else completely from her. If he dragged her off and they assumed that he was going against her wishes? Would they tackle him? Call security? Was it "easy" mode if the staff were unpredictable horndogs over their royal Spade? Either way, he's dying from embarrassment on the inside and the only saving grace is that he knows Weiss is getting killed too.

It's a double kill. ]


[ "Oh god, why are you playing along?!" ]

I dunno, why the hell'd you tell me to pick you up?!

[ Ah, ah, ah! There's no time! Weiss' voice cracks and she moans as she looks up at him for guidance. Under his breath, Ragna hisses again: ]

Yeah like that goodgood—

[ "Mmmhmm... I can't wait until my nose is touching your skin when I suck on that- that king kong dong of yours!" ]


NOT LIKE THAT WHY WOULD YOU BRING THAT BACK STOP—!!

[ CLEARS THROAT AS SHE STARTS SQUEEZING HER BOOBS TOGETHER. He gets "weak in the knees". He's reaching his breaking point here. One of the staff members murmurs something about "oh hey yeah that IS the guy at the top of the list huh". Take his money please. Or kill him. Preferably take his money. Please. ]

Ohoo yeah! You're gonna make me pay for you SO good I'm hard as a goddamn DIAMOND right now! Yeah you want it? My...My...

[ Fucking no. He can't. Take it home, Weiss. ]

[ "Oil me up and slip that king kong dong right between my ti-" ]

[ Just like that, the staff are sated. One slaps the ass of the other. BING! goes Lord Bloodedge's Watch as an excessive amount of dirty chips are taken from his account and it's all paid for. The cashier bows their head and wishes them a pleasant rest of their day as the staff wheel away the mountain of boxes containing her dresses and other articles. Without so much as a nod, what with his arms currently preoccupied in holding the tiny Schnee breasting as boobily as she can manage with her perky size, they make a beeline for the front exit and reemerge outside as if nothing was amiss.

Save for still carrying Weiss anyway as she heaves a sigh of relief with him. ]




So...

[ ...Now's not the time to grill her on almost finally saying a dirtier word. They're BOTH dying here. ]

...you still feeling pasta?

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