[ The video cuts for a moment - just so he can scream so much that Reimi comes in to make sure he's okay. It's quiet for a few moments before he turns the video back on. Because he's stupid as fuck and went right back to video. ]
What the fuck, Onee-san! No! Is he? No!
[ Huff. His eyes are lighting up, and his face is red, his ears are red. His cheeks puff out. ]
[ The video c -- the video cuts and while it's cut, Setsura raises a hand to her mouth to cap a chuckle that bubbles into actual giggling because Rohan was, is just so flustered. It wrote itself all over his face and he couldn't even speak at first! She'd expected he'd fluster or perhaps own it if something had happened, but this? This is gold, way better than she thought he'd show her, and --
And she isn't expecting him to turn the video back on. She's utterly quiet, a hand over her mouth, eyes bright as she looks at and listens to Rohan. ]
Ah, I see.
[ She says from behind her hand with a grin. She should stop. She should behave. Poor Rohan might overheat... but Reimi's home, isn't she? ]
Did I misunderstand your intentions? Or is this an oil and water attraction?
[ It comes out so fast that he doesn't even think before he says it. Of course she misunderstood! His relationship with Caesar isn't even what he'd call friendly. He's not attracted to the guy at all, either. ]
There's nothing like that at all with him. He's not my type at all.
[ Does he even have a type that isn't Reimi? No? No. He'll stick with that despite knowing some of his history. ]
Did you know he's from the same world as me? Well, not the same time, but the same world.
Oh? If I recall correctly, muscular men are right up your alley.
[ She is looking him directly in the eye as she says this without even so much as blinking. There's a beat and she leans back, tilting her head up with a smile that quickly loses its innocence. ]
I didn't know that, though. A case of different times? Are you his future or is he your past?
[ She's probably got enough video and pictures of Rohan flustered by this point that she could stop, but why would she do that? She should get a few good ones for Reimi, too. Doubtless she'll have heard the commotion if she's at home. ]
[ He was so ready to fight and argue but he deflates just a little. His face turns bright red, all the way to the tips of his ears and he's fumbling with words. He knows exactly what she means, how does he -- ]
It's not like that! I don't have a type, Setsura! Muscular men aren't my type! That was one person!
[ Huff - wait, she asked a question? Too bad, he's flustered. ]
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What the fuck, Onee-san! No! Is he? No!
[ Huff. His eyes are lighting up, and his face is red, his ears are red. His cheeks puff out. ]
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And she isn't expecting him to turn the video back on. She's utterly quiet, a hand over her mouth, eyes bright as she looks at and listens to Rohan. ]
Ah, I see.
[ She says from behind her hand with a grin. She should stop. She should behave. Poor Rohan might overheat... but Reimi's home, isn't she? ]
Did I misunderstand your intentions? Or is this an oil and water attraction?
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[ It comes out so fast that he doesn't even think before he says it. Of course she misunderstood! His relationship with Caesar isn't even what he'd call friendly. He's not attracted to the guy at all, either. ]
There's nothing like that at all with him. He's not my type at all.
[ Does he even have a type that isn't Reimi? No? No. He'll stick with that despite knowing some of his history. ]
Did you know he's from the same world as me? Well, not the same time, but the same world.
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[ She is looking him directly in the eye as she says this without even so much as blinking. There's a beat and she leans back, tilting her head up with a smile that quickly loses its innocence. ]
I didn't know that, though. A case of different times? Are you his future or is he your past?
[ She's probably got enough video and pictures of Rohan flustered by this point that she could stop, but why would she do that? She should get a few good ones for Reimi, too. Doubtless she'll have heard the commotion if she's at home. ]
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What does that mean?!
[ He was so ready to fight and argue but he deflates just a little. His face turns bright red, all the way to the tips of his ears and he's fumbling with words. He knows exactly what she means, how does he -- ]
It's not like that! I don't have a type, Setsura! Muscular men aren't my type! That was one person!
[ Huff - wait, she asked a question? Too bad, he's flustered. ]
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[ Run, you fool. ]
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Obviously!
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So many contradictions! Muscular men aren't your type, but Hisoka, who was very muscular if my memory serves me correctly, was it? Just Hisoka?
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But then there's this and -- ]
That doesn't mean anything! Just because it happened once.
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[ There it is, the grin. ]
You really shouldn't lie to your big sister, Rohan-kun.
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[ About .005 seconds from pouting ]
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[ Or keep lying to her, which he is. Maybe to himself? Hm. ]
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[ yes he is ]
I have nothing to be embarrassed about.
[ Okay, instead of pouting, he's about to turn completely feral here. ]
Because if anything happened, you'd probably know by now. But I'm not into Caesar!
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I would, would I?
[ Does she sound... kind of fond about that? Well, she is. ]
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[ He's still a little... heated right now. Give him a few minutes to calm down. He's not good at that. ]
I have no reason to lie to you.
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[ Little brothers are a special kind of joy and while it would be easy to turn those words, she opts not to. ]
I do enjoy it when you share things with me.
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[ He's still kind of cooling off, but he sounds a tiny bit more fond now. ]
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[ Do you see the hand she's lifted to her chest? ]</small
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[ he doesn't forget ]
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[ Spoilers: both answers are unacceptable. ]
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[ Listen here -- ]
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Rohan-kun.
[ It's that tone. ]
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