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.

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[erbe]

[A devilish grin cuts across her lips as he begins to stammer.]

Oh? Are you sure? You don't seem to have one, so maybe this is the sign you're missing. Maybe I should try a few out? Do you like being called a good boy?

[historicallyloaded]

[ Oh heavens he admitted to liking all those things. He's complicit! THIS IS NOT FAIR AND JUST CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE...! He's still floundering looking to produce a sign out of thin air until she starts threatening him with a good time. ]

I-I mean who doesn't [ nervous laugher. TOTALLY NORMAL. ] u-unless you're of the more lady-like persuasion. You for example, hypothetically, probably wouldn't appreciate it if I called you a good boy, least of all it's better when it's [ his voice is going a little dry, cracks ] earned.

...right?

[erbe]

Oh? Does that mean you wish to prove yourself? Very well, show me you're a good boy. A right little gentleman. Do a lady a favor by touching this sign, and if it belongs to you... relieve her of it.

[Tohsaka bats her dark lashes at him as she offers her smile still. His uncertainty fills her with delight.]

[historicallyloaded]

[ Oh dear. Those eyelashes get him to swallow hard. It almost doesn't matter who's sign it is now that she's making a request of him.

He is a right little gentleman...! She said it, he knows it. He'll just... inhale and bravely reach out, fingers trembling, and slowly reach for the sign hanging around her neck. He hesitates, looks her in the face, then looks at his target; the clasp around the top part of the sign. He tries to discreetly undo the clasp with a quick pinch of his index finger and thumb but he's so nervous and everything is in such close proximity to her chest that his fingers end up slipping in and gently poking her shirt. ]

Ah—

[erbe]

Oh, don't worry. Keep going~

[She eggs him on, and wears a smile. Sweet, but not like honey. More like the cloying allure of a pitcher plant drawing in its next meal.]

If you touch a little it's fine. I invited you to, didn't I?