Weak

[simplememes]

WEAK FOR [...]


What am I doing? Oh, nothing. Not a single thing. I’m certainly not rifling through a bunch of photos in my pocket-

NO NO WAIT STOP DON’T LOOK. I can't reveal my one weakness.

[1] Someone strapped a sign on your character that tells the whole wide world what they're weak for, what gets them biting their lip, blushing, weak at the knees, all that. Whether it's a specific person's name or particular words/actions (calling her a good girl, touching his neck, kissing their forehead), there's no difference in the end. They're exposed either way.
[2] All that matters is everyone can see it.
[3] That's it.

Do not post any blank top levels.

Comments

[wroughten_iron]

I don't have any helpful advice to inundate you regarding magic signs... except, perhaps, to make an effort to compose yourself.

[A beat.] To your credit, none of those are particularly strange.

[erbe]

Maybe not strange to a twisted guy like yourself! The truth of the matter is that I have an image to uphold! A name that I cannot tarnish! This has to come off!

[In fact she's getting so flustered over it that her next course of action is to grab her top and start trying to take that off along with the sign.]

[wroughten_iron]

[That slow brow raise said it all.]

Ah. That would be the 'negging', then? [To which he grabbed a heavy quilt from the sofa to throw over her. That ought to cover it up.]

[erbe]

[The quilt hits her with a soft pomf! She scrambles to gather it in her arms so its size doesn't have its edges drape on the floor. Eventually she gives up on undressing and instead keeps the quilt wrapped around her like it's a necessary shelter.]

Shut up. It doesn't mean anything. Stop focusing on unnecessary things.

[wroughten_iron]

[He wasn't above a bit of brow-beating while she was down but he expected it wouldn't have much of an effect--at least not in the right direction and not when she had that much dirty laundry aired.

Sitting down beside her, he crossed his arms and glanced away to a nearby shelf.]

I should say the same to you. If even a single one of those things were true, it wouldn't make much of a splash regarding your reputation. The whole lot of them? I suppose you might be viewed as... suspiciously average.

[erbe]

AVERAGE?!

[Rin nearly shrieks.]

Then what the hell would have been surprising, mister worldly scholar?!

[wroughten_iron]

[His brows wrinkled together. Right. That was a cataclysmic choice of words.]

You'll hear plenty of rumors when you experience that culture face-to-face. Don't be in a rush to gossip.

[weird how that tea kettle in the kitchen was chiming in]

[erbe]

[She grabs his sleeve like lightning. He's not going anywhere!]

You didn't answer the question.

[wroughten_iron]

[He was so close, even managing to turn his hip.]

You're getting invested in something that's little more than hearsay. [To say he'd frequently been abroad would be something of an understatement.]

...and certainly nothing you could verify through me to weaponize.

[erbe]

[Her flustered behavior goes from hot to ice cold. Rin drops his sleeve and wraps the quilt around her tighter.

Since she doesn't even want to acknowledge to words on her sign, he wins. She'll just pout somewhere in the house or distract herself with work. His way of existing isn't something she can abide by, but it's something she knows she cannot break him of with... something like this.]

Very well. Do what you wish.

[wroughten_iron]

...Hm. [Feeling her withdraw drew his lips thin and he'd withdrawn one concern in exchange for another. He hadn't once assumed his own life would be worth the time and effort to pry as it could be summed up as a marathon of humanitarian work. Affairs and embellished fantasies didn't belong in the same room as him.]

Is it really so important to you? I wouldn't have thought you'd care to hear sordid details about the love lives of political figures and mages.

[erbe]

More like you don't want to talk about it, so forget it. Isn't there a kettle you're ignoring?

[She'll turn away and head for the stairs. Maybe changing her shirt will help.]

[wroughten_iron]

[As it was something of a test, he'd waited until she'd gotten to the top of the stairs. Was it all in bad taste?]

It's to be taken with a grain of salt but there were rumors of Alba's fixation with women in red heels.

[erbe]

[Tohsaka whips around and chucks the quilt at him. It means nothing if he's just caving because her mood changed!]

I SAID SHUT THAT KETTLE UP!

[Then she storms off to her room.]

[wroughten_iron]

[A quilt was certainly the softest thing she'd thrown at him lately--]

I should just switched to iced matcha.