[ In Tohsaka's defense, Dark isnβt looking where heβs going. Heβs just guzzled his own hot cup of tea and thrown the whole thing back down his throat like a shot despite its temperature. The cup is too small in his hand. Now that itβs empty, itβs annoying for him to carry. He shakes it for any last drops that might fall on his tongue (because hell, it tastes better than he thought it would) but when there arenβt any, he finally notices the faint touch that's been latching onto him for stability. A little lady on her way out. Oho, his lucky day? Physical contact from a pretty girl is more exciting to him than almost anything else, second only to the thrill of destructive magic.
Tea hadnβt stood a chance. ]
You can have more than that.
[ But where are Dark's manners? He hooks an arm around for Tohsakaβs waist, lips curling and revealing a cheeky, boyish fang to her while he does. ]
III. Greenwood Yards
Tea hadnβt stood a chance. ]
You can have more than that.
[ But where are Dark's manners? He hooks an arm around for Tohsakaβs waist, lips curling and revealing a cheeky, boyish fang to her while he does. ]