bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

[ Why was she ordered to do this because she just sucks at it otherwise is anyone's guess. She does stop when she is done, though, flicking the bits of skin that have clung to her nails onto the floor. ]

Ah, my master would be so very generous to do that much so I would not have to see her ugly face.

[ Gods she hates Mokou so much right now. ]

[Mokou puts her hand behind her back - in the same way that one might scratch an itch, only she's trying to rub her rapidly healing wounds.

She rolls her eyes at Kaguya's comments - a while ago she stopped being so bothered by Kaguya's insulting words, it was easy to do once she settled in to her and her rival's new relationship. She still found herself getting caught up in Kaguya's pace from time to time, though. It couldn't be helped.]

Yeah, I'm sure you'd like that. How about you beg me not to gag you, while I'm at it? On your hands and knees will do, okay?

[ Captured and enslaved for whatever reason she may be, but conditioned she is not. So her response? A hard glare.

Make me. ]

[Mokou answers her glare quickly, hesitating not one bit as she seizes a fistful of Kaguya's hair. She's half tempted to tear it from the scalp, but instead she makes to throw the princess to the ground.]

Come on, didn't you think our rivalry was pointless? You should be happy this is our new relationship.

[ Shoved to the ground she is! But any bruises would be healed within the next second, of course. She withholds herself from spitting upon Mokou's shoes; clam, she should stay calm and not give her master the furious reaction she wants.

So. Dismissively, and with a princess-like wave of her hand: ] Anything between us is pointless. Why, I would not even thank you for providing this change to a long series of repeatedly seeing you.

Yeah, yeah.

[Mokou plants a half-hearted kick into Kaguya's side. It's not enough to break anything, but hopefully enough to take the wind out of Kaguya's uppity sails.]

I doubt you'd [Another kick. Thank anyone for anything, Kaguya.

[And since those two kicks will heal - they might even be better already - she resorts to something less physical, spitting onto Kaguya's face. Or. Wherever she can.

Thankfully just once.]

You're supposed to call me master, by the way.

[It's almost like an afterthought. No big deal, but she'd like to hear it.]

[ Her breath is taken away, however briefly, and the second kick is just annoying. The spit garners a glare as she wipes it from her face. ANd--

'Master'...?

Ah, that gets a laugh in response. As soon as it settles into a chuckle she utters one word. ] Never.

Whatever.

[She spits again, not really thinking about why or about how it'd lessen the effect if she kept doing it. She's still just Mokou, after all...]

Wipe your face, you look filthy.

[A heavy sigh follows. This is fun? Maybe? She actually has no idea whether it is or not, and that's a little unsettling. It's not much different from the old interactions they had, but something feels off.]

I figured you'd be better at this than you are, Kaguya. What gives?

[ Wipes her face!! You don't have to tell her to do that. Although a part of her doesn't want to just because Mokou said for her to.

Ahem. Anyway. ] Not better....? [ Being a slave. Being a princess. Both is being a slave, in one sense or another. It's just that Mokou is more direct with her mistreatment. ] You have done nothing different so far that how you usually are, of course.

I know I haven't done anything different. That's not the point here.

[Though it's the point of her internal struggle. If even Kaguya knew she was the same... what was the problem? Why didn't this feel like she wanted it to?]

Just. Just shut your mouth before I shine my shoes with your hair, alright?

[Reasoning with your slave. Come on, Mokou...]

Why won't you go along with this? You know I'm in charge so just call me master already...

[ ... ] You are truly new at this entire 'Master' thing, I see. [ It's laughable. So have another chuckle because Kaguya is obnoxious like that.

She brushes her hair over her shoulder luxuriously, as if she's not a slave. ]

The title of master and slave is only acknowledged given three things: Power. Authority. And... [ She takes a step closer, in a way to challenge Mokou in everything she has mentioned so far. ] most appropriately in this case, Legitimacy. [ In Kaguya's eyes, Mokou has both a raw Power to her and whatever this make-shift authority the title of 'Master' gave her. As for it to be acknowledged? That which makes it all legitimate? Kaguya finds Mokou has none. ]

You talk so much shit it's a wonder your breath doesn't stink even worse, Kaguya.

[Weak. Best she could come up with on the spot like that. If that comeback wasn't enough of a clue that she'd lost Kaguya's 'challenge' then the fact that she took a matching step back would make it clear.]

And which is it that you think I lack? Humour me before I tear your hair out.

[Why yes. The hair flick had pissed her off. Don't be so carefree, idiot...]

[ It's such a goddamn victory to see her her take a small step backwards. And even if Kaguya may wind up getting her hair pulled out later (or worse) she doesn't particularly care in this moment as she, once again, advances. She responds all too wistfully, ] Legitimacy. Or, really, all three.

[Kaguya's steps are interrupted by the dull impact of Mokou's head smacking into hers.]

How's that for power?

[Whether or not Kaguya was knocked down - as was Mokou's intention - doesn't matter.]

You're the worst slave ever.

[ well she's not knocked down but there is a trickle of blood coming down from her forehead. The wound itself will heal rapidly, but. Yeah, that hurts. ]

I take that as a compliment.

Well give the compliment back, then.

[Don't take her stuff, Kaguya. And it wasn't a compliment!]

And while you're at it, turn your face around so I can smack you one.

[ As if she's going to give the compliment back. ] They were your words, Mokou.

[ Aaaand. Not turning her head. Once again: make her. It sounds more like a request than a command.

[ooc: unless this is a ~magical~ absolute obedience thing going on?? ]

[OOC: non absolute obedience is fine by me but idk having Kaguya slowly start to ~magically~ obey things would be fun. Or something.]

Ye-- Turn around, dammit.

[Teeth. Gritting. She is so in control.]

[ ooc: sounds good to me! ]

[ And normally she would still resist-- believe me, there is much resisting-- but then...? But then. Her feet shift, and her body follows suit. She's turned around. ]

[Mokou can't see Kaguya's face, but it must be twisted into a sinister, ugly little grin.

Why was she listening now of all times? After being all defiant earlier this just seemed weird. Like a trick, almost.

A light slap to the back of her head should get Kaguya's attention.]

What gives?

[ That slap might as well be nothing. She turns around immediately, going to try to slap her back instead of just answering. ]

[She knew it. She knew it. Stupid bitch princess trying to trick her--]

Don't you dare!

[She says that, but she's going to flinch and clench her teeth all the same. A slap from Kaguya could be pretty sore indeed.]

[ Oh you think it was just a slap.

It's a punch now!! ]

[It was supposed to be a slap! With her eyes shut and ready to take the hit she really didn't expect anything BUT a slap. So when a fist slams into her face and knocks her on her back - probably helping her to get rid of a few teeth in the process. Shit.

She growls lowly and rubs her face, spitting out white fragments and blood. They'll be back.]

I-- Dammit. Get on your knees and apologize before I really lose it!

[#things which would have been more convincing if she wasn't wincing]

[ Yeah, yeah.... for a command like that to work to actually to get her to do something, she'll have to be a lot more convincing. ] Oh...? But I would not want to be where your filthy blood is. [ Which would mean it's splattered on the ground. Yeah, screw that. ]

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