I think it'd probably take more than that to hurt your feelings. *A touch more snark before she gets a little closer to the bars with the bag.*
After a month of eating..that, I don't know how you still have meat on your bones. *Tatsuki is right outside the bars now, her keys jingling on her hip*
True, you can read me like a book. [He replied an amused laugh.]
I'm sure it's only a matter of time, before I begin to fade away.
[Slowly he raises and eyebrow as he notices where her keys are, though he he debates whether or to take advantage of that miscalculation of hers.]
That's kind of you.
[He climbs to his feet to walk closer to the bars, reaching out for the bag with one hand, while his other hands moved to sneak toward the keys off her hip before she realized what he was doing.]
Eh.. not so much kind as a little pity. *More of that snarking. It's really horrible how much she enjoys it. Since all of her friends have gone off to war and she's stuck here, there's been precious little conversation or entertainment. Until Alucard showed up. It was weird to admit when a prisoner brightened your day.*
If you can manage to get spoiled in a place like this, you're doing better than I thought you were. *She's oh, so close to the bars now and handing the bag through. There's an almost expectant look on her face as she waits for him to take it.*
[Normally Hera would have gotten angry at any man daring to grab her wrists the way Luffy had, but she was also intrigued by his notions. Thus she up at him with a probing gaze, lightly plurking the knowledge she sought from his mind.
Followed by raising an amused eyebrow at what she had just found out.]
Monkey D. Luffy? Is that what your looking for me to say? I'm Hera.
[She looked at him expectantly, waiting to see what his reaction would be now.]
[What a strange mortal he was. Things could prove more interesting that she first thought. She can't help but look at him with an amused yet somewhat bemused smile.]
Nice to meet you as well. Now back to the subject at hand.
[The Queen of the Gods wasn't one to mix words at any rate.]
[Whether she admits it or not, she does find herself mildly impressed with him. It definitely made the situation worth the trouble. A human who lived up his reputation was always a treat, especially when she got to take advantage of the situation.]
I was more than willing to keep playing the role of doctor, but you forced my hand a bit earlier than I would have liked.
[Obviously his legs would need some restraining otherwise, he's just keep fighting. Thus metal shackles appear around his ankles, bolted down to the floor.]
I should probably finish the examination, though I'll be sure to be thorough this time.
Luck? [Her sounds light and amused at first but quickly turns dark when she speaks again.] Luck has nothing to do with it.
[While she could easily whisk away his clothes if she so desired. Physically removing them seemed like more fun. Thus a small blade appears in her hand in a flash of light.]
I do hope, you're not attached to that shirt of yours.
[She says with a laugh. She merely lifts an amused eyebrow and thick metal shackles appear on his arms.]
[Ares sat quietly, observing her every move, every nervous gesture, the way her voice changed inflections, and the small subtle ways her demeanor seemed to changed as she spoke to him about an internship she wanted to do.
He had to admit that seeing her excited for something seemed to bring out her beauty further. Though his mind kept wandering to the places, wanted to see her excited with lust and crying out his name. A place that wanted to feel her body pressed against his, while her voice cried out for more.
Just thinking about her in such a way, began to arouse him. After a moment, he shifted in his chair and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk.]
I thought for that particular internship, a letter of recommendation was needed. Have they changed the process?
[His question aiming to keep her in the office a moment longer, while he considered what path to take with seducing her. His mind was made up that he would have her, but the approach needed to be in a way that he gained her cooperation.
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What he said brought her up short a little, her already wide hazel eyes blinking at him a little owlishly. "I-I..I suppose so? I double checked what was needed, I certainly hope that I wasn't wrong."
All of a sudden a wave of panic flew over her -- Professor Ares would know about that better than she would, right? What if she got it all wrong and then missed her opportunity at what she really wanted to do! But maybe..maybe if she asked the Professor he would... but no, he wouldn't do that for her, would he?
"Professor..I-I..I hate to ask you another favor but.." Oh Miranda just knew he was going to say no, mostly because her luck was always awful but also because well? She wasn't exactly the kind of person or student people noticed. Sure she made excellent grades but she was in no way charismatic or caught anyone's eye, in her opinion.
Still, it didn't hurt to swallow her non-existent pride and try: "..would you write me one, just in case?"
[He hadn't quite meant to drive her into a frenzy of worry, but it had certainly worked to keep her in the office longer. In order for him to work his magic on her. The opportunity to have her indebted to him was far too enticing to turn down.
Here she was practically presenting herself to him on a silver platter. He just needed to find the right way to approach the subject that make her more inclined to accept his advances without a bunch of duress.]
Hmm... [He said calmly, bringing a hand up to rest underneath his chin as he looked at her with that professional facade of his.]
I could, but we haven't had much interaction outside of you turning in assignments. I'm not quite sure I could make it a very glowing letter.
[His words slipped out smoothly and calmly, in a matter of fact voice.] However if you were to consent to being my Teaching Assistant for a couple of weeks. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel as if I were speaking half-truths to the committee in charge of your internship program.
[He looked at her expectantly, hoping this
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What a boon! Not only an internship but a small turn as his Teaching Assistant? The Professor hardly ever took on those! It would look so good on her resumes..
There was a brief thought that the other girls in the class would want to kill her and dump her body in the nearest body of water but -- right now, how could she care! Everything was seeming to work out fine! Miranda didn't even mind the extra work he would give her or what kind of work. She was hardly ever this lucky. Perhaps if she'd stopped to think on it, she'd have realized she was almost being too lucky.
"That's..th-that's so kind of you! Of course I'll consent and I'd be honored sir!" Now she's sat on the very edge of the chair across from him, looking relieved. "What type of assignments and classes would you be expecting for me to handle?"
[His face seemed to light up at seeing her come back, but at the same time he felt disappointed. He didn't want to leave quite yet and well once she paid for the pizza, he'd be on his way. So her question met with a small frown as he digs in his pocket to pull out the receipt.]
Here you go, Miss.
[He smiled stretching the receipt for the pizza out toward, hoping for at least some minor contact with their hands. A maybe a moment longer of being in her presence.]
[She didn't want to see him go either, but it was difficult to think of a good excuse to make him stay. Say she didn't have enough money? No, she had enough and her housemates had left her some extra change to be sure. Asking if he would like to stay or when he was getting off work seemed a little forward, yet still better than the alternative of possibly never seeing him again.
Her knuckle brushed his finger as she touched the receipt, leaning forward to peer at it without pulling it out of his hand. Would he notice she was dallying if she was slow counting out the bills? Hopefully not. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she took care to count the bills slowly without seeming to take too long.
Not that it stopped her from ducking her head to subtly peek at him one more time before she finished counting.]
[He smiled, even as he tried not to seem unprofessional at being excited of the slight contacts between their fingers or the way she looked over to peer at the receipt. Or the way that move had given him a fairly good look at her cleavage.
He really didn't want to leave just yet, even as he watched her count out the money for the pizza, though he wondered if he might be imagining things that she was putting on a little show with the way she was counting the money. Maybe she was more interested than he was considering...but still he didn't just want her thinking he did this sort of thing every time he delivered pizzas to pretty customers.
Then an idea struck him that seemed like a fairly innocent way to get into her apartment without being too forward or presumptuous.]
Hey, Miss? Would you mind terribly if I used your bathroom right quick?
[Silently he hoped she went for it, if only to give him the chance to think of how to make a move without coming off like a lech.]
[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]
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You'd robbed me of your company then? How you wound me. [He replied in playful mock hurt and surprise.]
A reward? [He lifts an eyebrow as she pulls out the small brown bag.] For me? That's kind of you.
[The gesture does surprise him, but then he wonders if he might get her to come inside the cell to give it to him.]
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After a month of eating..that, I don't know how you still have meat on your bones. *Tatsuki is right outside the bars now, her keys jingling on her hip*
It's not much, just a little chicken.
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I'm sure it's only a matter of time, before I begin to fade away.
[Slowly he raises and eyebrow as he notices where her keys are, though he he debates whether or to take advantage of that miscalculation of hers.]
That's kind of you.
[He climbs to his feet to walk closer to the bars, reaching out for the bag with one hand, while his other hands moved to sneak toward the keys off her hip before she realized what he was doing.]
I might get a little spoiled if you keep this up.
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If you can manage to get spoiled in a place like this, you're doing better than I thought you were. *She's oh, so close to the bars now and handing the bag through. There's an almost expectant look on her face as she waits for him to take it.*
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[Normally Hera would have gotten angry at any man daring to grab her wrists the way Luffy had, but she was also intrigued by his notions. Thus she up at him with a probing gaze, lightly plurking the knowledge she sought from his mind.
Followed by raising an amused eyebrow at what she had just found out.]
Monkey D. Luffy? Is that what your looking for me to say? I'm Hera.
[She looked at him expectantly, waiting to see what his reaction would be now.]
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Nice to meet you as well. Now back to the subject at hand.
[The Queen of the Gods wasn't one to mix words at any rate.]
I'm still wanting that company.
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[Whether she admits it or not, she does find herself mildly impressed with him. It definitely made the situation worth the trouble. A human who lived up his reputation was always a treat, especially when she got to take advantage of the situation.]
I was more than willing to keep playing the role of doctor, but you forced my hand a bit earlier than I would have liked.
[Obviously his legs would need some restraining otherwise, he's just keep fighting. Thus metal shackles appear around his ankles, bolted down to the floor.]
I should probably finish the examination, though I'll be sure to be thorough this time.
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I wouldn't push your luck...
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[While she could easily whisk away his clothes if she so desired. Physically removing them seemed like more fun. Thus a small blade appears in her hand in a flash of light.]
I do hope, you're not attached to that shirt of yours.
[She says with a laugh. She merely lifts an amused eyebrow and thick metal shackles appear on his arms.]
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...Not in the habit of asking for these things I take it?
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[Ares sat quietly, observing her every move, every nervous gesture, the way her voice changed inflections, and the small subtle ways her demeanor seemed to changed as she spoke to him about an internship she wanted to do.
He had to admit that seeing her excited for something seemed to bring out her beauty further. Though his mind kept wandering to the places, wanted to see her excited with lust and crying out his name. A place that wanted to feel her body pressed against his, while her voice cried out for more.
Just thinking about her in such a way, began to arouse him. After a moment, he shifted in his chair and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk.]
I thought for that particular internship, a letter of recommendation was needed. Have they changed the process?
[His question aiming to keep her in the office a moment longer, while he considered what path to take with seducing her. His mind was made up that he would have her, but the approach needed to be in a way that he gained her cooperation. ( ... )
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All of a sudden a wave of panic flew over her -- Professor Ares would know about that better than she would, right? What if she got it all wrong and then missed her opportunity at what she really wanted to do! But maybe..maybe if she asked the Professor he would... but no, he wouldn't do that for her, would he?
"Professor..I-I..I hate to ask you another favor but.." Oh Miranda just knew he was going to say no, mostly because her luck was always awful but also because well? She wasn't exactly the kind of person or student people noticed. Sure she made excellent grades but she was in no way charismatic or caught anyone's eye, in her opinion.
Still, it didn't hurt to swallow her non-existent pride and try: "..would you write me one, just in case?"
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Here she was practically presenting herself to him on a silver platter. He just needed to find the right way to approach the subject that make her more inclined to accept his advances without a bunch of duress.]
Hmm... [He said calmly, bringing a hand up to rest underneath his chin as he looked at her with that professional facade of his.]
I could, but we haven't had much interaction outside of you turning in assignments. I'm not quite sure I could make it a very glowing letter.
[His words slipped out smoothly and calmly, in a matter of fact voice.] However if you were to consent to being my Teaching Assistant for a couple of weeks. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel as if I were speaking half-truths to the committee in charge of your internship program.
[He looked at her expectantly, hoping this ( ... )
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There was a brief thought that the other girls in the class would want to kill her and dump her body in the nearest body of water but -- right now, how could she care! Everything was seeming to work out fine! Miranda didn't even mind the extra work he would give her or what kind of work. She was hardly ever this lucky. Perhaps if she'd stopped to think on it, she'd have realized she was almost being too lucky.
"That's..th-that's so kind of you! Of course I'll consent and I'd be honored sir!" Now she's sat on the very edge of the chair across from him, looking relieved. "What type of assignments and classes would you be expecting for me to handle?"
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[His face seemed to light up at seeing her come back, but at the same time he felt disappointed. He didn't want to leave quite yet and well once she paid for the pizza, he'd be on his way. So her question met with a small frown as he digs in his pocket to pull out the receipt.]
Here you go, Miss.
[He smiled stretching the receipt for the pizza out toward, hoping for at least some minor contact with their hands. A maybe a moment longer of being in her presence.]
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[She didn't want to see him go either, but it was difficult to think of a good excuse to make him stay. Say she didn't have enough money? No, she had enough and her housemates had left her some extra change to be sure. Asking if he would like to stay or when he was getting off work seemed a little forward, yet still better than the alternative of possibly never seeing him again.
Her knuckle brushed his finger as she touched the receipt, leaning forward to peer at it without pulling it out of his hand. Would he notice she was dallying if she was slow counting out the bills? Hopefully not. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she took care to count the bills slowly without seeming to take too long.
Not that it stopped her from ducking her head to subtly peek at him one more time before she finished counting.]
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[He smiled, even as he tried not to seem unprofessional at being excited of the slight contacts between their fingers or the way she looked over to peer at the receipt. Or the way that move had given him a fairly good look at her cleavage.
He really didn't want to leave just yet, even as he watched her count out the money for the pizza, though he wondered if he might be imagining things that she was putting on a little show with the way she was counting the money. Maybe she was more interested than he was considering...but still he didn't just want her thinking he did this sort of thing every time he delivered pizzas to pretty customers.
Then an idea struck him that seemed like a fairly innocent way to get into her apartment without being too forward or presumptuous.]
Hey, Miss? Would you mind terribly if I used your bathroom right quick?
[Silently he hoped she went for it, if only to give him the chance to think of how to make a move without coming off like a lech.]
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[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]
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