Because the typist obviously wouldn't feel right without a little virgin sacrifice every once in a while. She'll be in the main room, trying to focus on a banal romance novel.
But it just doesn't hold her attention for long...
Bored, bored, oh look a pretty girl! Very lovely, despite being an Oriental, and Rupert has never seduced an Oriental. It could be highly diverting.
Affecting a stagger as he enters, Rupert makes his way painfully to a couch and lowers himself down upon it, acting as though he is in great pain and has not even noticed the lovely young lady who he expects to leap to his assistance. Lovely young ladies always enjoy playing nurse, at least in Rupert's experience.
His typist was only disappointed she couldn't find an even more offensive period-correct term for him to use.
He has never personally seen a Japanese girl before, only some Chinamen who once performed a show of illusions and fireworks for the King in Strelsau. All he really knows on the topic is that the scientists of the day have unquestionably proven that while clever, Orientals are less intelligent, stalwart and noble than Caucasians. He's certain it's through no fault of their own, but one can't argue with science.
"Forgive me," Rupert pants, making a show of trying to be strong in order that he might not offend her delicate sensibilities with his silly pain. "An illness of the lungs, that saps my strength. I will be fine. I would not wish to impose upon such a fair young maiden."
(I feel like 90% of Rupert's tags need an 'I AM SO SORRY' modifier attached.)
If he did, then the typist would want to punch him in the face.
We wonder how Rupert might feel about a few centuries later, when many of these 'orientals' are scientists. Hell, Yukio's just a high school student and she has the education of a Noble of that time. (Maybe even more, because she's from the late 20th century, well read, and from Japan.)
Still... "But sir, you look in pain... should I get a Doctor to see about you?"
Yeah, I shouldn't have sent Eda's, Genkai's, Jane's or Aramat's. Hell, even nice people like Utena would try to knock him down a peg.
"No use." Rupert coughs pitiably. "It is the doctors who have predicted my doom. If only I might prevail upon you to sit with me awhile, and to give me a sweet smile such as yours in my hour of darkness."
"You're going to die? But you can't! You look so no new to this place... please don't die. Someone should able to help you..." Yukio tries to rationalize.
Someone should come in and rescue Yukio from this bullshitery.
"There may yet be a chance that I will live, but for now the prognosis is grim. Please." He pats the couch near his side. "I only wish for a bit of company."
An old Asian with greying pink hair may spot Yukio in the main room, she was one of the residents in her Dojo during the earthquake, so she is rather familiar with her...
But not so much with that man obviously feigning sickness on the couch.
Rupert takes Yukio's hand, clasping it over his heart, still hamming up the situation unabashedly. "My name is Rupert of Hentzau. I pray you, fair maiden, let me know yours?"
"How good you are, to offer a lost soul such as myself a scrap of kindness." He coughs weakly, holding her hand. This one might take some effort to seduce, but the fun seems worth it. "I have never seen a beauty such as yours. Tell me, princess, from what distand land do you hail?"
"You are proof that the world is unfair," Rupert tells her. "If there was justice in the world, you would have been born a princess. And, indeed, all the princesses I have ever known would be fit to be your scullery maids."
He is thinking specifically of Flavia. That prude.
But it just doesn't hold her attention for long...
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Affecting a stagger as he enters, Rupert makes his way painfully to a couch and lowers himself down upon it, acting as though he is in great pain and has not even noticed the lovely young lady who he expects to leap to his assistance. Lovely young ladies always enjoy playing nurse, at least in Rupert's experience.
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And it works, Yukio puts down her book and goes toward the ailing man.
"Are you fine? Is there anything you need at all?"
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He has never personally seen a Japanese girl before, only some Chinamen who once performed a show of illusions and fireworks for the King in Strelsau. All he really knows on the topic is that the scientists of the day have unquestionably proven that while clever, Orientals are less intelligent, stalwart and noble than Caucasians. He's certain it's through no fault of their own, but one can't argue with science.
"Forgive me," Rupert pants, making a show of trying to be strong in order that he might not offend her delicate sensibilities with his silly pain. "An illness of the lungs, that saps my strength. I will be fine. I would not wish to impose upon such a fair young maiden."
(I feel like 90% of Rupert's tags need an 'I AM SO SORRY' modifier attached.)
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We wonder how Rupert might feel about a few centuries later, when many of these 'orientals' are scientists. Hell, Yukio's just a high school student and she has the education of a Noble of that time. (Maybe even more, because she's from the late 20th century, well read, and from Japan.)
Still... "But sir, you look in pain... should I get a Doctor to see about you?"
Yeah, I shouldn't have sent Eda's, Genkai's, Jane's or Aramat's. Hell, even nice people like Utena would try to knock him down a peg.
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Someone should come in and rescue Yukio from this bullshitery.
Permission to bring in someone after you?
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If that's what you want.
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She'll be coming soon...
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But not so much with that man obviously feigning sickness on the couch.
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"I'm Yukio... Yukio Washimine."
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The man is a fucking rake.
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He is thinking specifically of Flavia. That prude.
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