"Hello, hello! You've reached Kanbaru Suruga, better known as Araragi'sRin's a certain someone's sex slave. My specialty move is the edge attack. It seems I'm not available right now, but if you would leave a message, I'll be sure to get back to you on my own time. Thanks!"
Sorry, sorry! I'll readily admit to this blunder. Not that my excuse is anything but an excuse, but it seemed prudent to doublecheck! I think it would be arrogant of me to assume that was what you were to ask.
I'll be there as soon as I can!
[ which will be really soon, as it just so happens. ]
[Was she just waiting nearby for an exchange like this to happen? Suspicious...
Satsuki waits at her front door with sternness and professionalism. That she can be so stern about what is so objectively a ridiculous challenge...makes her reaction, in turn, seem ridiculous.]
[ nothing like taking a challenge overly seriously, right... she knows this mindset, so thinks this warranted. even if satsuki's... sternness, can be somewhat amusing time to time.
she bounds up, waves, and hastens to bow as satsuki does so. more deeply, however. ]
Hello, Satsuki-sama! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in person.
[ wow, ryuko's sister... she supposes, if she squints, she can see the resemblance. thank goodness she got any fangirling out of her system through text, or otherwise this might be an even awkwarder encounter. geez, satsuki's hard not to admire though, if the grin on kanbaru's face is anything to go by. ]
[ and she's unsure how quickly the other would like to get this over with... maybe, with how direct and no nonsense the request was, she should behave similarly. thus, she pivots slightly on the spot (revealing... the posterior), her sneakers screeching against the concrete. ]
At you're heart, you're a businesswoman, I see. We'll get along.
[Or destroy each other, like real businesswomen.
Satsuki keeps herself from starting when she turns around, expression a brick wall. It's unexpected, no doubt, but she'd rather the enthusiasm than the awkwardness.]
Prepare yourself.
[She warms her hands, palm together, then lets one touch...the booty...as if it's a very hot object. Quick, efficient, delicately handled.]
[ she decides to with a solid 3. the worst can be withheld for another day... ]
[ alas, recovered, she spins around to face satsuki again, her skirt flying up (thank goodness for those bike shorts). she's beaming, all smiles. ]
Wow, you're really talented! That speed was unprecedented, I think. And I'll thank you, too, for how gentle you were... It's not everyday that someone like me is touched by a woman like yourself.
I did my best to spare you from the humiliation. [Satsuki has never considered compromising herself in humiliating ways to be a handicap, but...maybe she was trying to spare herself as well.] It's not every day I do the same.
[ give her a second; she's legitimately stumped by this one. ... but then it clicks, and she claps a fist into an open palm. ]
Right! "Selfie"! I've heard those are all the rage, you know. Please, by all means!
[ she sidles up to satsuki's side, as appropriate selfie etiquette tends to dictate. ... and fishes out her phone, even if satsuki might be taking a selfie as well, to angle it aloft. ... a selfie with the great satsuki, wow!! she wouldn't let this opportunity pass by, either. ]
Yes. Ryuko is fond of taking photographs with others. [She's familiar with the exercise, even if she's only recently begun taking part.
Satsuki leans shoulder-to-shoulder with Kanbaru, her smile close-mouthed and thin. At least there's a smile there, even if she otherwise seems stiff and awkward - practiced.]
She does?! And she hasn't asked for one with me...?!
[ completely bewildered by the news. but okay, c'mon suruga, get yourself together. the woman's smiling for you and everything. after throwing up a victory sign, she clicks the side-button, which elicits the telltale ker-chik of a photograph being taken.
the phone's lowered, so that they might view this beautiful view new memory. well, satsuki looks... stiff and awkward. kanbaru's also managing to smile, yet still looks distressed.
uh, she'll look better for the next one, hopefully. ]
[She gets a glimpse of their bounty, and it's not satisfactory at all. Satstuki's frown deepens. Photographic evidence just proves that she isn't taking this part of the challenge seriously enough at all. Anyone can look natural for a picture; all she has to do is harness the same discipline she'd apply to any other task.]
Take another one.
[She shifts, trying to mold herself into this role - the type of person who takes a lot of selfies. Bending at the knee again, she drops herself lower into the frame.]
Something amusing, huh... Ah, be sure to do the same!
[ trying to think of what amuses her is suddenly surprising difficult... what is it? crushing her opponents on the court? dropping the "i'm a lesbian" bomb on others? butts?
she better positions the camera in preparation for this. this is ultimate levels of seriousness here, all wrapped-up in the guise of amusement. she knows just the thing to lighten the mood. ]
Santa? You believe in such a thing...? [With a reaction like that, Satsuki has to be intentionally missing the point of the exercise.
A more likely possibility: She's playing the straight man to the best of her abilities, and, for someone like Satsuki who does everything to illogical limits, "the best of her abilities" is exorbitantly straight.]
I don't know. I've never thought of it before. Why is he so jolly?
[ does she? no, of course not. but kanbaru will let that question remain unanswered. she waits patiently for satsuki to ask, and ask she does. the response is instantaneous, tone laden with suggestiveness:. ]
Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.
[ hahaha. it's not even that funny, but here's kanbaru, a bright smile on her face as it's told with clear pride. regardless of satsuki's response (she'll let it sink in for about half a second), she snaps a photo. ]
The joke takes a moment to set in, and that moment's enough to make Satsuki's face soften. That's just the type of person Kanbaru is, isn't it? She understands.
Satsuki looks just fine in the picture - which is to say she looks natural, not forcing herself to smile or frowning.]
Really? I see. Then, I've learned something about that supposed holiday. You had better keep behaving.
Of course not! Wouldn't dream of anything otherwise.
[ —ah, and satsuki looks good (amazing), too! not smiling, but there isn't that typical austere frown, either. and now she can't stop smiling at this, incredibly pleased with this development. pleased enough that she makes sure to send the picture right off to satsuki, whose phone should get the notification about three seconds later. ]
Oh, I think that should cover it, right? [ the smile widens. ] Thank you for that, Satsuki-sama.
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[Satsuki wasn't fooled, and she doesn't want Suruga to think she's pulled something over on her.]
My house is fine. I'll be respectful.
(sorry for lateness, btw, blargh! feel free to disregard)
Sorry, sorry! I'll readily admit to this blunder. Not that my excuse is anything but an excuse, but it seemed prudent to doublecheck! I think it would be arrogant of me to assume that was what you were to ask.
I'll be there as soon as I can!
[ which will be really soon, as it just so happens. ]
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Satsuki waits at her front door with sternness and professionalism. That she can be so stern about what is so objectively a ridiculous challenge...makes her reaction, in turn, seem ridiculous.]
Kanbaru. [She bows slightly in greeting.]
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she bounds up, waves, and hastens to bow as satsuki does so. more deeply, however. ]
Hello, Satsuki-sama! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in person.
[ wow, ryuko's sister... she supposes, if she squints, she can see the resemblance. thank goodness she got any fangirling out of her system through text, or otherwise this might be an even awkwarder encounter. geez, satsuki's hard not to admire though, if the grin on kanbaru's face is anything to go by. ]
[ and she's unsure how quickly the other would like to get this over with... maybe, with how direct and no nonsense the request was, she should behave similarly. thus, she pivots slightly on the spot (revealing... the posterior), her sneakers screeching against the concrete. ]
Whenever you're ready.
JESUS
[Or destroy each other, like real businesswomen.
Satsuki keeps herself from starting when she turns around, expression a brick wall. It's unexpected, no doubt, but she'd rather the enthusiasm than the awkwardness.]
Prepare yourself.
[She warms her hands, palm together, then lets one touch...the booty...as if it's a very hot object. Quick, efficient, delicately handled.]
HAHAHA 1/2
on a scale of 1-10, how awkward does she further want to make this encounter. ]
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[ alas, recovered, she spins around to face satsuki again, her skirt flying up (thank goodness for those bike shorts). she's beaming, all smiles. ]
Wow, you're really talented! That speed was unprecedented, I think. And I'll thank you, too, for how gentle you were... It's not everyday that someone like me is touched by a woman like yourself.
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I did my best to spare you from the humiliation. [Satsuki has never considered compromising herself in humiliating ways to be a handicap, but...maybe she was trying to spare herself as well.] It's not every day I do the same.
...Should we take the self portrait now?
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[ give her a second; she's legitimately stumped by this one. ... but then it clicks, and she claps a fist into an open palm. ]
Right! "Selfie"! I've heard those are all the rage, you know. Please, by all means!
[ she sidles up to satsuki's side, as appropriate selfie etiquette tends to dictate. ... and fishes out her phone, even if satsuki might be taking a selfie as well, to angle it aloft. ... a selfie with the great satsuki, wow!! she wouldn't let this opportunity pass by, either. ]
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Yes. Ryuko is fond of taking photographs with others. [She's familiar with the exercise, even if she's only recently begun taking part.
Satsuki leans shoulder-to-shoulder with Kanbaru, her smile close-mouthed and thin. At least there's a smile there, even if she otherwise seems stiff and awkward - practiced.]
You may take the first shot.
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[ completely bewildered by the news. but okay, c'mon suruga, get yourself together. the woman's smiling for you and everything. after throwing up a victory sign, she clicks the side-button, which elicits the telltale ker-chik of a photograph being taken.
the phone's lowered, so that they might view this beautiful view new memory. well, satsuki looks... stiff and awkward. kanbaru's also managing to smile, yet still looks distressed.
uh, she'll look better for the next one, hopefully. ]
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[She gets a glimpse of their bounty, and it's not satisfactory at all. Satstuki's frown deepens. Photographic evidence just proves that she isn't taking this part of the challenge seriously enough at all. Anyone can look natural for a picture; all she has to do is harness the same discipline she'd apply to any other task.]
Take another one.
[She shifts, trying to mold herself into this role - the type of person who takes a lot of selfies. Bending at the knee again, she drops herself lower into the frame.]
Think of something that amuses you.
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[ trying to think of what amuses her is suddenly surprising difficult... what is it? crushing her opponents on the court? dropping the "i'm a lesbian" bomb on others? butts?
she better positions the camera in preparation for this. this is ultimate levels of seriousness here, all wrapped-up in the guise of amusement. she knows just the thing to lighten the mood. ]
Satsuki-sama. Why is Santa so jolly?
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A more likely possibility: She's playing the straight man to the best of her abilities, and, for someone like Satsuki who does everything to illogical limits, "the best of her abilities" is exorbitantly straight.]
I don't know. I've never thought of it before. Why is he so jolly?
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Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.
[ hahaha. it's not even that funny, but here's kanbaru, a bright smile on her face as it's told with clear pride. regardless of satsuki's response (she'll let it sink in for about half a second), she snaps a photo. ]
[ click. ]
[ hey, she actually looks good in this one. ]
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The joke takes a moment to set in, and that moment's enough to make Satsuki's face soften. That's just the type of person Kanbaru is, isn't it? She understands.
Satsuki looks just fine in the picture - which is to say she looks natural, not forcing herself to smile or frowning.]
Really? I see. Then, I've learned something about that supposed holiday. You had better keep behaving.
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[ —ah, and satsuki looks good (amazing), too! not smiling, but there isn't that typical austere frown, either. and now she can't stop smiling at this, incredibly pleased with this development. pleased enough that she makes sure to send the picture right off to satsuki, whose phone should get the notification about three seconds later. ]
Oh, I think that should cover it, right? [ the smile widens. ] Thank you for that, Satsuki-sama.
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Thank you for your cooperation. I'm glad to have done business with you.
[Returning the phone to her pocket, she turns to leave, heel glancing the pavement with a respectable CLACK that tears up a few specks of stone.]
So long as there's nothing else - until next time.