[While she finds the cigarette smell disgusting, Tohsaka is currently glad for it. With no perfume to hide her natural scent, the cigarette smoke is overpowering enough to drown her out. The medicine she takes for her magical crest is bitter, herbal, astringent and resinous. She has been taking it for a majority of her life and it is the sole reason why back home she would sew sachets of dried flowers into the seams of her clothes.
Tohsaka closes the distance between them. Her heels clicking on the surface of the floor until she reaches him. Because of her short stature she braces one leg, weight resting on her knee, on the outside of his left thigh.]
Pat me twice if it's too much.
[So not scruffed like a cat, then. Her gloved hands reach to his throat — and he's right. Using just one wouldn't be very effective. However she uses her palmsand fingers to encircle the column of his neck just enough so that she could impede his airway if she tried hard enough. Thumbs press above and below Tyki's Adam's Apple. They press inward as the rest of her hands squeeze at the sides. All the while her muscles flex; revealing that which was not evident before. Power — despite her size. Years of learning bajiquan and relentless training to be able to physically keep up with superhuman magical familiars in a cyclical war her family had been participating in for over 200 years. Her father died when she was eight, and since then she hasn't stopped training.
Eventually she'll be squeezing hard enough to leave bruises behind. In fact if she wanted to crush a normal human's windpipe she could probably manage it, but killing him would mean finding another dice partner. In her own best interests she makes the firmness of her grip increase gradually.]
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Tohsaka closes the distance between them. Her heels clicking on the surface of the floor until she reaches him. Because of her short stature she braces one leg, weight resting on her knee, on the outside of his left thigh.]
Pat me twice if it's too much.
[So not scruffed like a cat, then. Her gloved hands reach to his throat — and he's right. Using just one wouldn't be very effective. However she uses her palmsand fingers to encircle the column of his neck just enough so that she could impede his airway if she tried hard enough. Thumbs press above and below Tyki's Adam's Apple. They press inward as the rest of her hands squeeze at the sides. All the while her muscles flex; revealing that which was not evident before. Power — despite her size. Years of learning bajiquan and relentless training to be able to physically keep up with superhuman magical familiars in a cyclical war her family had been participating in for over 200 years. Her father died when she was eight, and since then she hasn't stopped training.
Eventually she'll be squeezing hard enough to leave bruises behind. In fact if she wanted to crush a normal human's windpipe she could probably manage it, but killing him would mean finding another dice partner. In her own best interests she makes the firmness of her grip increase gradually.]