mpxruyi:
mpyako:
💖 give&take 💖 || with my darling 💕
1 for me and 1 for ru @mpxruyi
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She can hear Yako well before she sticks her head inside the door to peer at her. This fool again, she muses inwardly before she marks something in red on the paper she is looking over. As she had expected, without even waiting for permission to come in, Yako would wander her way right to the desk and she does. Were it anyone else she would have instantly told them to step back out of her office and try again until they got it right, but this lesson would fall on uncaring ears with Yako.
“And what might that be this time? Another rousing game of forcing me to wear a ridiculous stripe outfit to an equally ridiculous public event, or would it be teasing me in person instead of over your shitty little webcam at night?”
At this point Ruyi does look up at the woman before her with a wicked grin. It’s never a good thing when she smiles at anyone. Never. There’s something altogether unsettling about it that chills the soul to its core. Or at least it would if it weren’t Yako that she was taunting at.
Her nails gather up the papers and photos she was looking at and slide them back into the patient folder before she puts that in the drawer of her desk and locks it. “What is it then? I have a bit of time for senseless whimsy.”
Rather than actually listen, Yako just waits for Ruyi to be done speaking. In her experience, the doctor said a whole lot of words that didn’t mean much when it came to conversations with Yako. Or she attempted to insult Yako. Or both. Yako had long since learned to stop listening to that which she did not want to hear. She actually perks up a bit at the suggestion that Ruyi might be interested in being teased by her, but that’s not what she has come to pitch so she lets the moment pass.
Next time.
“Noooo~,” the girl sing-songs. She twists about in a way that makes her little frilly skirt whirl in a way that would be adorable if she were a little girl, but the way it flashes the skin high up on her thighs is far too enticing for that. Or at least Yako hopes Ruyi thinks it is.
She returns the sharp smile with a cloyingly sweet one of her own, batting of lashes included.
Finally Ruyi bids her to get on with her suggestion.
“Let’s go on a date-” the words rush out, as though Yako wants to beat the inevitable rolling of eyes, “I choose one you choose one. I’ll plan the first half, you plan the second half, we both have fun.” At the cost of one another’s sanity, Yako adds mentally, mostly-jokingly.
As if there’s any sanity left to lose.
Yako bounces on her toes as she waits for the answer.
