[ With the change of biology comes a change of aura. They aren't in a world where Dark is as in touch with astral forms and, as such, he does not recognize Kiritsubo. What could be absolutely infuriating is that Dark is still willing to play along in aims to bag as many women as possible regardless of whether he knows them or not. He's got to up his body count. Long story short, Dark is a creature driven by his wants and horny whims, of little more than instinct and greed.
There's a moment where Dark's eyes flicker with some ounce of "who is this person?" though faint and not likely to be detected by anyone unkeen or looking for it. He lifts his chin with some playful defiance to Kiritsubo's finger curling, feet planted firmly in place without closing the distance between them. ]
[If Kiritsubo notices that flicker of ignorance... She doesn't bother to say a thing about it. Why bother, when she has a far more pressing "concern" in the form of a man far too full of himself to come when he was called. (That's fine. Dogs were cuter when they strained at the leash.)]
I'm not trying to challenge you for the title, if that's what you're worried about.
[Eyes that could see only「truth」gaze at him through the swirling tendrils of smoke that drift up from her pipe, the quirk of her painted lips growing slightly sharper in the corners.]
I was going to ask if you've been finding the resort to your liking. They do throw a decent party...
[A wave of the pipe seems to gesture at... all around them. The festive decor, the richly dressed guests, the soft music and lively chatter in the air.]
Challenge? [ He snorts once and quick like a proud stallion. ]
Nah, that title's all mine, and it's not ever going anywhere. Worrying about stuff like that is what weak people have to do.
[ But this woman... he feels like he recognizes her personality, even if her appearance is different. He'd only met a handful of characters so far, but the form Kiritsubo's in now is hot enough for him to have mentally marked as someone worth fucking from the start. Men? Easy to forget, even when handsome. Attractive women, on the other hand, Dark had always been good at remembering! What gives?
His facial expression breaks a little, eyebrows furrowing down a little lower. ]
It's a cool party, but do I know you? You're too hot for me to just up and not remember. Did a friend tell you about me or something?
[ Well. At least he is sincere, and a compliment was used. ]
[Confidence is not something Kiritsubo had「seen」this man lacked, so the bravado, well, it's not surprising. It's not even put on, not really, and that was the most impressive part of it. She takes a little puff of her pipe as she regards him, watching the expression shift slightly on his face before the question finally comes and gives her something to respond to.]
Don't tell me you've forgotten me already... ?
[The little chuckle is muffled by the mouth of the pipe, her teeth clicking gently on the metal.]
Does it jog your memory if I mention you were naked when we first met... ?
[ Well, well. It makes some sense now. Kiritsubo's words are a good enough tip— and the lack of magical essence lingering means that she isn't casting an illusion over herself, but is instead in another physical body altogether. Happy Holidays! ]
I didn't know you knew magic.
[ Dark's curiosity is piqued. Kiritsubo is a shapeshifter, then? Does she even have a real form, or is she some kind of shapeless entity? Naturally, Dark's thoughts wander. ]
Are you finicky about fashion and appearances or just not a fan of your original body?
[ His imagination takes off with him— Dark imagines Kiritsubo's real form as a blob of slime, a woman with a beard, or an old man in a tight jumpsuit. There are so many people that she could be, now that her abilities have been nodded to. ]
[An understatement, and not that relevant to the source of her abilities, but not a falsehood, because Kiritsubo never lied. A little chuckle escapes from the gaps between her lips and the mouth of her pipe, accompanied by little wisps of smoke.]
And I like my original body just fine.
[It was quite cute, very fluffy… But for this sort of place…]
The fellow I came here hoping to meet, though, knows me as a blonde~
[Golden eyes sparkle playfully as she gives a performative look around them… and then comes back to Dark.]
Sounds like you're talking about a pet or something.
[ So she's one of those kinds of girls, huh! The femme fatale tricking and collecting men! He's reminded faintly of a certain frenemy half-succubus he once knew who'd heralded a harem of her own too. She'd always tried one-upping him back in the day. His pettiness from four hundred plus years ago remains. ]
Does anyone here know what you really look like, or are you saving the grand reveal for after marriage? Now I have to watch out and remember that you catfished me too.
[ Like the big manbaby that he is, Dark is brooding because he hadn't noticed Kiritsubo's shapeshifting sooner. ]
[His attitude towards her comment doesn't seem to bother her at all, judging by her body language, still casual and relaxed, the unruffled way she just takes another pull of her laced tobacco. The only movement is an arch of her brow, as if genuinely confused if she should take that as a negative comment on her character.
The marriage comment makes her laugh just recalling it, though, another little chuckle.]
I'm not the marriage type.
[No, that had never been a dream of hers, even in the more love-filled days of five hundred years past.]
And... correct me if my modern slang is a bit behind, but... isn't it only catfishing if the person tries to actually hide?
[And here she'd kindly exposed her shapeshifting propensities right off the bat. What a pity it would be, wasting that charity.]
[ He thinks of what constitutes to it. It's mostly about deceit or being misled, but the point Kiritsubo is likely making now is that she's open about her form not being the original... ]
[She shrugs, never having bothered hiding her "true form" (if one wanted to call it that) amongst her fellow spirits or humans with such powers... Well, with a certain small sense of caution. She didn't need certain people or those with certain alliances knowing her abilities. Here, though...
She uses her pipe to point at the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling very near to her, one thin brow arching.]
But right now, I'm sort of just trying to make out with you.
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There's a moment where Dark's eyes flicker with some ounce of "who is this person?" though faint and not likely to be detected by anyone unkeen or looking for it. He lifts his chin with some playful defiance to Kiritsubo's finger curling, feet planted firmly in place without closing the distance between them. ]
Yeah? And now what?
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I'm not trying to challenge you for the title, if that's what you're worried about.
[Eyes that could see only「truth」gaze at him through the swirling tendrils of smoke that drift up from her pipe, the quirk of her painted lips growing slightly sharper in the corners.]
I was going to ask if you've been finding the resort to your liking. They do throw a decent party...
[A wave of the pipe seems to gesture at... all around them. The festive decor, the richly dressed guests, the soft music and lively chatter in the air.]
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Nah, that title's all mine, and it's not ever going anywhere. Worrying about stuff like that is what weak people have to do.
[ But this woman... he feels like he recognizes her personality, even if her appearance is different. He'd only met a handful of characters so far, but the form Kiritsubo's in now is hot enough for him to have mentally marked as someone worth fucking from the start. Men? Easy to forget, even when handsome. Attractive women, on the other hand, Dark had always been good at remembering! What gives?
His facial expression breaks a little, eyebrows furrowing down a little lower. ]
It's a cool party, but do I know you? You're too hot for me to just up and not remember. Did a friend tell you about me or something?
[ Well. At least he is sincere, and a compliment was used. ]
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Don't tell me you've forgotten me already... ?
[The little chuckle is muffled by the mouth of the pipe, her teeth clicking gently on the metal.]
Does it jog your memory if I mention you were naked when we first met... ?
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I didn't know you knew magic.
[ Dark's curiosity is piqued. Kiritsubo is a shapeshifter, then? Does she even have a real form, or is she some kind of shapeless entity? Naturally, Dark's thoughts wander. ]
Are you finicky about fashion and appearances or just not a fan of your original body?
[ His imagination takes off with him— Dark imagines Kiritsubo's real form as a blob of slime, a woman with a beard, or an old man in a tight jumpsuit. There are so many people that she could be, now that her abilities have been nodded to. ]
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[An understatement, and not that relevant to the source of her abilities, but not a falsehood, because Kiritsubo never lied. A little chuckle escapes from the gaps between her lips and the mouth of her pipe, accompanied by little wisps of smoke.]
And I like my original body just fine.
[It was quite cute, very fluffy… But for this sort of place…]
The fellow I came here hoping to meet, though, knows me as a blonde~
[Golden eyes sparkle playfully as she gives a performative look around them… and then comes back to Dark.]
I don’t see him, though… Shame.
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[ So she's one of those kinds of girls, huh! The femme fatale tricking and collecting men! He's reminded faintly of a certain frenemy half-succubus he once knew who'd heralded a harem of her own too. She'd always tried one-upping him back in the day. His pettiness from four hundred plus years ago remains. ]
Does anyone here know what you really look like, or are you saving the grand reveal for after marriage? Now I have to watch out and remember that you catfished me too.
[ Like the big manbaby that he is, Dark is brooding because he hadn't noticed Kiritsubo's shapeshifting sooner. ]
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[His attitude towards her comment doesn't seem to bother her at all, judging by her body language, still casual and relaxed, the unruffled way she just takes another pull of her laced tobacco. The only movement is an arch of her brow, as if genuinely confused if she should take that as a negative comment on her character.
The marriage comment makes her laugh just recalling it, though, another little chuckle.]
I'm not the marriage type.
[No, that had never been a dream of hers, even in the more love-filled days of five hundred years past.]
And... correct me if my modern slang is a bit behind, but... isn't it only catfishing if the person tries to actually hide?
[And here she'd kindly exposed her shapeshifting propensities right off the bat. What a pity it would be, wasting that charity.]
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[ One by one, his arms fold over his chest. ]
As for catfishing...
[ He thinks of what constitutes to it. It's mostly about deceit or being misled, but the point Kiritsubo is likely making now is that she's open about her form not being the original... ]
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[ Passive deceit is still deceit, right? Dark had thought she was what she showed him in the morgue. ]
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[She shrugs, never having bothered hiding her "true form" (if one wanted to call it that) amongst her fellow spirits or humans with such powers... Well, with a certain small sense of caution. She didn't need certain people or those with certain alliances knowing her abilities. Here, though...
She uses her pipe to point at the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling very near to her, one thin brow arching.]
But right now, I'm sort of just trying to make out with you.
[Why get hung up on anything else?]