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[threewishes]

"Hello, hello! You've reached Kanbaru Suruga, better known as Araragi's Rin'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!"

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[threewishes]

[ 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. ]

[ click. ]

[ hey, she actually looks good in this one. ]

[paramountcy]

[Ridiculous...

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.

[threewishes]

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.

[paramountcy]

[Satsuki retrieves her phone from her pocket, then flips it around to show Kanbaru she received the message.]

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.