Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

"You've given me no reason to doubt you. Aside from you breaking into my house and admitting to spying on me... I don't actually have a problem with you," Rita admitted. Actually, saying that exact set of sentences aloud made her realize she was indeed quite strange. It was kind of crazy for her to think the way she did about things like this. A man who gave off the ominousness of his one making sashimi made Rita wonder if he meant to use the kinds of meat normally meant for it. Perhaps she'd hold off on agreeing to try any strange cooking for now, and offer the man some cake, it seemed she was about to have a whole extra one.

What was more, she now had a man studying and narrating her mental anguish. It would have been almost comical... if she wasn't watching her life fall apart right in front of her. What kind of sick joke was this... her husband and an intern. How many of those late nights working were just an excuse to bed some young thing. Rita wasn't actually self-conscious. She knew herself to be attractive, if nothing else, the last couple of days had cemented in her mind the idea that if she wanted to seek a man's touch outside of the relationship it was possible, but she wouldn't do something like that. She was too morally righteous. But what would be done. According to this green haired man... her husband and been out of work for two months. "Really?" she said almost rhetorically. Two months he'd been doing this... then how were bills being paid and who was fronting his affair. If it was her she was more furious by the moment. Though the idea was tossed out that he might be trying to get his job back by talking to this girl. "Oh yes, the bottom of the barrel intern who is barely able to type, his words not mine... is going to get him his job back. I'm emotionally devastated not stupid." she replied. Speaking of stupidity the girl sitting across from her husband was not so clever. So used to getting her way was Matsui Shino that when she casually looked out the window and noted the appearance of his wife across the street, she leaned over the table aiming to capture her husband's lips in a passionate kiss. All the while, she was giving Rita the side eye, wanting her to know by expression alone that she'd taken what was hers. "That little floosy!" True anger was boiling in Rita and now she had to look. She had to know what all she'd been falling for, how long it'd been going on and she needed to file for divorce. She wasn't going to allow him to feed his bimbo on her dime on her hard work!! Her fists were tightening enough for her to stab into her palms. She needed to do something her life was spiraling out of control, but she was far too much an upstanding citizen to make a scene. She was so angry she wanted to scream, but her voice was already raspy from holding back her own wailing. She wanted to cry but she didn't want to waste her tears but still, they'd started to fall again without her consent, her pinkish eyes glistening in the light.

[Bloodedge]

Kusanagi sought one thing on his contracts: the contortions of faces that accompanied enhanced emotional states. She wasn't going to get anything out of Rita's husband just yet, but he would get what he sought from Rita herself... and then, later, the man. Rita was so interesting to watch. She had a certain beauty about her while trying to fight against emotional outbreak. Those who entered a shell to protect their own mental wellbeing were always so fun to watch. Through all that struggling, the tiniest of changes were piling up one atop another. Such would be the case until the proverbial dam burst; that was what he waited for. "I believe her inability to type is because she's been developing carpal tunnel syndrome from giving so many terrible handjobs beneath desks and tables. Judging by the way her mouth extends, she's also quick to get lockjaw," he observed, taking it as a matter of fact.

Oh, things were becoming more entertaining still. Matsui Shino witnessed Rita, deciding to kiss the woman's husband as an act of defiance against their marriage... or something of the sort; Kusanagi didn't care about that part. What he did care about... what almost made him snap once again... was much simpler. "Oh, she's... a terrible person too. That makes things interesting," he mused calmly ─ at least externally. "In my free time earlier, I reserved a room at a specific love hotel. What do you want to do now that you've been provoked, Rita-ya?"

[Apollymi]

This green haired man was full of interesting commentary. He claimed to know as fact the woman's habits of sleeping her way to the top. That wasn't even a particular grevience that someone like Rita could have. She thought that girls should do what they wanted, but there was something about the kind of girl who would... purposefully try and steal another's husband, who would feel so validated by the attention that they'd rub it in someone's face, which strictly speaking disgusted her. "You know what I think is annoying about that... I know him well enough to know that he likely thinks he's special," she said as if annoyed by her own choices in the moments. She released her hands and felt blood running down her palms. She wasn't that sort of self-destructive. She would have to treat those wounds and gather all the necessary information. "And I never understand those kinds of choices," she said about the girl in particular. Sure she was young, but within only five minutes of witnessing her actions it was obvious she was a terrible person. Were men truly always so blinded by the sensations of their cocks that they were willing to ignore walking talking red flags? She supposed the answer was yes, given what she was seeing here.

Moving on from the obviously shitty person that inherited her husband, Rita was left with a strange line of information. He'd reserved a specific room at a love hotel and he wanted to know what the desperate house wife would do now that she was being provoked. A sigh escaped her, she was far from defeated but it was also against her morals and nature to retaliate just for the sake of it. Her life was spiraling out of control and she wanted to... take it back. "Well, in truth I am going to head over and get divorce papers. Then I am going to go home and go through my finances... I'm taking back control of my life and I am going to ruin the rest of his..." she said with an undue amount of calm. She'd been doing her best, sticking by her marriage and all... for her husband to go and get himself stolen by a woman who can't even type who was dumb enough to want him to obviously take care of her, when he wasn't even capable of taking care of himself. It was such a tragedy. "Oh, and I have to give away the cakes. I'm not feeding him." There was a slight imbalance to her face, but there was a certain sharpness to her eyes suddenly, like she was going to play the long game for her vengeance.

[Bloodedge]

Shinichi did indeed seem the type to thinking he was special in the intern's eyes. Better still, that girl thought she had an advantage. Kusanagi knew better. Things would soon be taking a very massive turn. All he wanted to know now, was what Nara Rita would be doing. He mentioned having reservations at a particular love hotel, wondering how she would take that information... and what kind of expression she would wear while thinking it over. What she showed him was determination. Oh, how droll. "That's a shame... but it's also exciting," Kusanagi spoke. Though he would have run this woman through in all manner of literal and metaphorical senses, his mention of a love hotel had a very specific purpose. While she sought divorce papers and the like, he could be acquiring something interesting. "That love hotel I mentioned. It happens to be the same one frequented by that girl over there. If you're looking to ruin a life... I can help you in a lot of ways. And, you're in luck. I like you, Rita-ya. I can help you ruin the rest of that man's life at no monetary cost. I just want to see interesting expressions. I think I can still get a few out of you... and some different ones out of those two."

[Apollymi]

Rita was at an interesting point in her life. While she was definitely falling apart she couldn't help but be furious and want to thrive in spite of everything she was feeling. It wasn't necessarily natural to her to want to be petty, nor was she one to ruin another unjustly. Apparently, her decision was a shame but also rather exciting... She looked at this man and found him odd. She couldn't really understand his motivation but apparently, he'd be a bit forthcoming about that sort of thing in the near future. His words would oddly bring a smile to her face, those expressive pink eyes of hers jumping with just a bit of amusement. It was so strange to hear someone say the things this green haired man said to her with a straight face. "Sou ka, you saying you like me is a bit confusing... but I am not the type to turn down help when I need it. Nor am I the type to disparage people for their hobbies," she said. Whatever this man liked about expressions she wouldn't be getting in his way.

"So the name of that love hotel, in my things to do today, I kind of need to check my credit card statements, bank accounts and... probably set up a doctor's appointment to make sure he didn't give me anything that skank caught," she mused. Of course, there was a certain bitterness to her words, as if she was truly upset, but it was hardly worth the extra consideration. She was a bubbling ball of rage, but also probably on the verge of cracking in some specific ways. But this wasn't the first time she'd reign in control of her life in a destructive to semi-destructive way. Her husband deserved to pay, for having sex with her cheap knock-off, for probably stealing her money and for wasting years of her life. That last part was the main one which stung, she'd poured years of her life into trying to make their relationship bloom the last few months had felt like such a struggle beyond reason, and it turns out... the reason he couldn't see her efforts was because he was too busy looking up the skirt of a skank who also gave bad handjobs. How stupid.

[Bloodedge]

"It shouldn't be confusing. I just told you what I almost did to you last night," Kusanagi stated blandly. The night before, he really was a hair's breadth away from masturbating while he watched her. He really did consider breaking into her house and taking advantage of her. Seeing how responded to that would have been excellent, though it would have ruined his overall plan and mission simultaneously.

Rita wanted the love hotel's name while she checked all manner of accounts and scheduled a doctor's appointment for any potential... complications from her husband's affair. Interestingly enough, Kusanagi already had the most important information. "Zen Hirano, the expensive one. Don't waste your time with the appointment; you don't have anything. Besides the fact that she gets herself tested regularly, this affair started about four months ago. You don't seem like you've gotten so much as a finger in you for much longer than that," he said, looking at the woman through the corner of his eye. "Check your things. I'll find you tomorrow with something valuable. That is, unless you want to be the one that goes into that hotel with me tonight. Either one works for me," he added. Kusanagi intended to show this woman the most solid evidence of her husband's affair, but he also entertained the idea of her reaction to seeing and/or hearing it directly. He did have enough connections to secure the room right next to theirs this night. Either Rita would accompany him, or... he'd find someone very unlucky to pass through check-in.

[Apollymi]

This man's utter calm in the face of his own oddities was a quality worth admiring in a lot of situations. While she was very comfortable in her own skin, Rita had never and would never had admitted to something like masturbating to someone or almost doing so as a sign of liking them. Nor did she think that her own potential 'rape' in this case was something worth doing but it was still oddly flattering for this man to maintain any amount of interest in her. "That only makes it more confusing..." she confirmed. Moving on from that though it appeared there was one silver lining in the life of the skank who stole her husband. Being as promiscuous as she was, she constantly got tested and there was no overlap between her husbands action with both of them as women. "That's sort of a relief, terrible though it is... " she commented absently. He'd be finding her tomorrow and until then a certain amount of rampaging would be taking place as Nara Rita put her life back together piece by piece. "I probably won't be meeting with you tonight, but... if you want you can have one of those cakes. I was still quite serious about not feeding him. Ja." Rita said as she walked away further into the city. Well... she still had to pick up some things and think about a lot of the information that passed her mind. She had to come to terms and that was going to take more time than she knew. Her heart was breaking, even if her husband wasn't the best at anything, she'd loved him without condition and he'd broken her for reasons she couldn't even understand.

Meanwhile, a different Nara descent had recently left the lingerie store called Peach John and had a great experience shopping though she wouldn't have said anything. A joking conversation with a different cashier about her misplaced sizing practices and she'd replaced the bras she'd purchased the previous day with some that would actually fit the growth she'd experienced over the last day. Though the sundress she wore flattered her, it also didn't show the truth of her body type beneath the clothes. And she was walking and thinking, finding it a bit difficult. Tiptoeing would have been how her walk was described by any who saw her barefoot and such steps were basically impossible within shoes. She'd managed it the previous day while walking and holding hands with Marisbury Animusphere but out on her own, it was significantly more difficult. She'd told everyone she'd be fine alone, because she knew her own mentor was working and she didn't want to take up too much of anyone else's time for just a trade in but... now she thought she might need to go shoe shopping as well while waiting for her parents to visit the next day. She was lost in thought and moving in an unconventional way in flat shoes and as such, she eventually tripped. Her shoe dragging on a crack that her foot wasn't touching leaving her to take a tumble during her approach to a rather busy intersection. 'Oh fucking great!' She put up her hands trying to block her fall and hoping it wouldn't hurt too much and that her unmentionables didn't end up all over the street.