by Karasuki 1st July 2018, 4:54 pm
She should choose the pose? Well, Karasuki considered, what an odd thing that was. She wasn't a model and had no idea how to pose. Was she supposed to cross her legs, play with her hair, look off into the distance wistfully? Karasuki looked visibly uncomfortable and her nerves almost got the better of her. She could hear Geralt speaking in her head, as always, though he had given her a bit of a break. "Look at you, so pretty you can be his model. And then I am sure he will ask for more.." The voice was crisp and sarcastic. Karasuki pursed her lips, telling Geralt back, "You keep quiet. You don't know anything, he's just an artist." "I have experienced more in my life than you have, sheltered bookworm. That guy has other intentions than just painting you. All guys do." He grumbled. Karasuki plastered a smile on her face, telling Geralt to go back to sleep, and quickly moved back over to the bench. "Would you cut it out, please?" "I am just looking out for you, lass. But suit yourself, I don't care." What a mood Geralt was in today, but at least he seemed to go quiet then.
"I'm just going to sit over here and read then, since I don't know much how to pose. I hope that is all right with you, Mr. Saito," Karasuki called to him as she sat down on the bench. She leaned back and tried to relax, tried to pretend he wasn't painting her, tried not to put any sort of face on just for him. Karasuki just tried to be herself reading her book on a bench with a light summer breeze in the air. She took her hat down and rested it on the bench next to her, her purple hair playing in the wind behind her, strands floating up and down at random. Her brown eyes moved towards the pages, her deft fingers sliding through until she found her page once more. And then, with surprising ease, the woman began to fall back into the book's plot and out of the world.
At one point, Karasuki felt curious enough to see the artist at work and she looked up at him. He seemed focused, his eyes moving from the canvas to Karasuki and back. She tried to watch secretly for a moment and caught sight of a pure white tail; so he was a real incubus. She stared for a moment as the tail helped to paint and tried not to laugh. She hadn't seen a tail used in an artistic way before. Masha wasn't like that at all! Karasuki wanted to ask him why his tail was white. Was it genetic? Was it the paint or the sun exposure? Was it because he was a different kind of incubus, or maybe a lower class of incubus? As she had thought before, no aura of rampant sensual intentions, painting in the street for 7 jewels, and an unusual tail kind of denoted that maybe he was lower class after all. It was nearly confirmed and Karasuki thought it might be rude to question him about his social standings. She returned her eyes to the book and bit on her lip, hoping he didn't notice that she had stared for so long. "I saw that you know," Geralt murmured inside with a pompous air, "Don't get yourself too involved if you think he's lower class. Low class men are complete scoundrels." Karasuki didn't respond and instead closed her mind off to Geralt, something she rarely did. It was as if she pinched his nose shut and blindfolded him to the world. The villain was likely to be salty afterwards but he got the message loud and clear from her.