fuwa fuwa

[shiseido]

[this could begin with an unbearably long exposition about how Isuke failed the mission— but survived!— and went back home disgraced but still loved by her parents because who doesn't love happy endings?? and who doesn't love happy endings where it turns out the protagonist (antagonist? whatever) actually lives pretty close to her friend-rival-girlfriend-enemy thing idk what's going on there but it's. pretty gay. probably. and they can have gay visits with each other whenever they want and everyone was happy, sort of.

it could begin like that, sure, but instead let's start with Isuke and Haruki sitting in Isuke's bedroom, doing each other's nails. it's a totally nice bedroom because her parents seem well off. and also because I say so.]

... Mm, I don't like it. [she holds her hand up, scrutinizing Haruki's job (which is actually more or less fine). Isuke knows it's fine, too, but she's going to be a pain just for the sake of it.

that's what Haruki gets for not taking her advice from before, ok? ok?]

Redo it for me, alright? ♥

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[setmefree]

[ And let's just say that this is well beyond the end of the black class's assassin shit and Haruki's arm is actually all healed up and stuff

which means she can do this manicure for Isuke, but at the sound of her disapproval, she frowns ]

Ehhh, and here I was thinking I was doing good up until now. [ The frown disappears as she laughs a bit ] Look, I'm know I'm no pro nail technician, but this is a pretty decent job, right?

[ just look at those pretty nails with pretty red nail polish on them ]

[shiseido]

Pretty decent isn't the same as perfect.

[bam. she extends her hand to Haruki as if she's expecting her to kiss it.]

You can do so much better than this, can't you? Try putting your heart into it and see what happens. ♥

[setmefree]

Nothing gets pass you, Isuke-sama. Sorry, sorry!

I'll do my real best from now on, fit for the princess herself. [ Like it's some sort of natural instinct for her, Haruki takes her hand into her own. She inspects her nails with a glance, reaches for the nail polish. ]

Ah, your hands are dry. Have you been using the hand lotion I gave you? It works real wonders. [ It's probably some cheap ass brand of hand lotion that only claims to work miracles and Haruki believes it ] Like, you can tell just from my hand that it does. Total proof right there.

[shiseido]

My hands aren't dry. I'd say yours are. [actually Isuke's hands are. kinda. shockingly enough she did use the lotion Haruki gave her, which would probably explain it.]

You need better lotion. Try some of mine and your skin will be like velvet.

[setmefree]

You'll let me use some of yours? Wow, you've become incredibly kind lately.

What brand is it? It's probably really expensive, isn't it? That's totally like you, though I can't blame ya. Best results with more money, right?

[ la dee da, nails, nails nails. They're actually looking a lot better now, and she grins lopsidedly up at her. ]

[shiseido]

Even I can be generous when I feel like it. [when she feels like it. don't get the wrong idea gosh?? she only huffs at the grin, looking away.]

You probably haven't even heard of [insert fancy brand that sounds like French here]. I had to have it imported. So you better not use all of it, okay?

[setmefree]

Ehhhh... pretty amazing, you can get the French down perfectly too. Going to guess that you never really studied it though, did ya?

[ There, done! And now there's some finishing insta-fast drying spray to go over the nails like magic

and she gets the lotion and... accidentally squirts a lot into her hand. oops. ]

Ah, jeez, look at that. You said not to use all of it and here I go, squeezing out too much. Here. [ don't mind Haruki holding onto Isuke's hands and rubbing some lotion onto them for her??? ]

[shiseido]

—Hey! [she reflexively pulls away, but she doesn't draw back completely. gdi Haruki you can't just do that!!]

... Hmph, if you wanted to fondle Isuke's hands so badly, you should've just begged.

[begged. not asked. she makes a face, rubbing her palms together.]

[setmefree]

I think 'fondling' is taking it a little far there.

[ She grins again, chuckling. ]

Your hands feel really nice now. Lemme "fondle" them again, okay?

[ Reaaaaaaaaaaach ]

[shiseido]

[nope nope pulling her hands away juuuust out of Haruki's reach.]

That's not even close to begging. ♥

[setmefree]

You could certainly let up on the begging for a friend, right?

[ come on, let her touch them...!!! ]

[shiseido]

Isuke makes no exceptions. I want to see you beg liiiike... a cute little doggy, okay?

[she will be difficult as she pleases damn u!!]

I'll even let you smell my hands if you do a good job~

[setmefree]

Ehhh...

[ Give her a second. ]

Wan, wan. Please let me touch your hands, Isuke-sama. Wan. [ She's convincing right ]

[shiseido]

Not enough passion! ♥

[she flicks Haruki's forehead. hah.]

[setmefree]

Hey, that hurt! Wan.

[ Hrmmmm ]

Wan, wan! [ Okay, she's actually a little more convincing now. How's that "master"??? ]

[shiseido]

Mmm, that's better.

[one hand. she offers only one hand for Haruki to take.]

It could be even better, but it's a start, hm?

[setmefree]

I'll work on it, wanwan. [ How about one actually convincing woof?

Haruki takes her hand - gingerly, softly, gently - and lets her fingers slowly run across the back of it before bringing it up to her face. She lets Isuke's hand cup her cheek and kind of nuzzles into it. ]

Ah, yep. They sure got really soft. Feels nice.

[shiseido]

[did Isuke's hand just tremble a little when Haruki nuzzled it? surely not. no way. just a figment of your imagination.]

That's why Isuke doesn't let just anyone touch her hands. [special...!]

[setmefree]

Heh, you're getting soft, Isuke-sama.

[ Since Isuke's being so cute, Haruki turns her head a bit against the palm of her hand andddd...

kiss. ]

Wonder why? [ Don't mind the mischievous glint in her eyes. ]

[shiseido]

Ah~ oh no! [why the oh no? because she suddenly flicks Haruki's forehead.] My hand slipped, waa~! ♥

[whoops her hand slipped again have another sharp flick.]

[setmefree]

Playing hard to get when you don't need to~ You sure like your games.

[ She leans in again, almost crawling towards Isuke. ]

You don't have to play to get me to have me. I think we both know that I've got you wrapped around my finger. [ wink wink ]

[shiseido]

Excuse me? [she practically sputters (would sputter if she were the type to do that) and leans away. nope. excuse u!! Isuke Inukai is never wrapped around anyone's finger okok.]

It's clearly the other way around. Who do you think I am?

[setmefree]

Inukai Isuke-sama!

[ look at her trying to be a smartass. ]

If you really wanna argue the fact, go ahead, but I really did have you like pudding in my hands last night! You remember that, don't you?

[shiseido]

[wow no????? except yes. she does remember, if the color rushing to her face is any indication. she flashes a sharp, twisted grin in some sort of attempt to save appearances.

through gritted teeth:] Except Isuke was actually the one in control, that whole time. ♥

[don't question her claim...!]

[setmefree]

Ah, what a scary face! You were a lot cuter last night.

[ Haruki's laughing, sorry ]

You were in control to a point, but then you lost yourself in the pleasure! It's alright, it happens to the best of us. I don't like you any less, if it helps!