【ｓｉｘ 】 〜 ｖｉｄｅｏ

[tsuridasu]

-out of your mind!? No matter how popular you are, you're still only a whore!

[There's the sound of a smack, but then the Fansuwoth drops to the ground giving a clear view of Kiyoha. She's in one of the storage rooms of the household, which is clear from all the pretty mattresses behind her, but her torso is bound. She's disheveled, her usually

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[struck_first]

[ What. The. Hell. ]

What--! [ There's no mistaking the anger on his face. There have been talks of people being punished for going against the wishes of their House owners, but being tied and beaten. ]

[ ...is Lockon going to have to leave his house and-- ]

[tsuridasu]

Love is forbidden in the ukiyo. That's all there is to it.

[She considers that, then shrugs] That much I would appreciate.

[struck_first]

[ He thinks about saying "for you, maybe", but leaves it. It's not exactly something he wants to get into right now. Especially with how, erm, heated the network has been lately. ]

Is it your room, then? [ He picks up the device with one hand, and dons his hat with the other. ] ...how are the windows?

[tsuridasu]

The futon room of Shakuraku. [She chuckles] Some of them are made of paper, so that should tell you enough.

[struck_first]

Sounds like a piece of cake. [ He grins a bit, switching things on his end to audio as he stuffs the device in his pocket. ] I trust you'll give me the directions I need, then.

[tsuridasu]

[she gives him directions!! because fuck if I know]

-> [Action]?

[struck_first]

[ And he's on his way soon enough, grabbing a trolley on the way, and strolling right around the back of the building casually. He might not be a ninja, but he knows a thing or two about breaking-and-entering and also what the local guards look like.

There's a few taps at the window, to see if she's alone -- or even still in the room. ]

[action!]

[tsuridasu]

[She's been trying in vain since to reach with her foot and turn it off, which has resulted in her getting stuck on her back/side, and she's glaring at the ceiling with so much hate.]

That was quick. [a simple, noncommittal phrase just in case it's not Lockon]

[struck_first]

It helps to know the trams. [ And as someone who's always around them, Neil has that advantage.

He gives one more quick look around, before reaching up to test the window's strength. ] Tch. [ It slides with little effort. Do people not believe in locks? ] Too easy.

[ Another look around for the all-clear and he climbs on in, sliding it shut behind him. ]

[tsuridasu]

[She looks up at him, and what a state she's in. The grayscale of the Fansuwoth doesn't quite show it. Even ignoring the bruises, it's odd to see Kiyoha not looking like something ethereal and doll-like in beauty. But with her hair half down and out of place, revealing its rattiness from the years of torment and no make-up she looks more...normal.]

I told you, the windows are made of paper.

[struck_first]

I thought there would at least be a lock. [ First things first, he steps to the side, and takes the long way around to the Fansuwoth. He then crouches, disables the feed, and snaps it shut... but leaves it there, face-down. ] I guess it fell over and turned itself off, ne?

[tsuridasu]

[She chuckles] Of course. Thank you for coming to turn it off for me. I'm sorry to have been a bother.

[struck_first]

It's no bother. [ A lie, and a weak one, judging from the look he gives her. His voice is low, and he turns his head toward the closed door. ] I'd say our positions are reversed, except the situation isn't exactly the same, now is it? [ He's referring, of course, to the time when he was cursed and actively refused her help. ]

[tsuridasu]

[Kiyoha looks to the side] It's entirely different.

[struck_first]

You're right. [ He looks back to her, as difficult as it is to do so and not just want to reach over and cut those bindings. ] That time, I could do something about it and didn't want to. Now, I want to do something about it, and can't. [ A smirk. ] Ask me which is harder.

[tsuridasu]

Of course it's harder now. But you treat this as if it's some kind of grave sin that won't ever be forgotten. By the end of the day things will be back to normal.