[ 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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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?]