[ Yes, good, this is exactly the response she'd been looking for, her mind going fuzzy and blank as he fucks her hard, her hips not being able to do much else aside from hold themselves upwards as he pounds in and out of her. Her once-soft cries border on veritable screams as the table protests beneath the two of them, her fingertips digging into his ass as her kagune begins to stir and rip out of her back before she can control it.

Just as she feels herself about to come hard around his cock, however, he slows, and panic begins to bubble up inside of her. She releases him entirely when she feels him look up at her, the hand on her face causing her to flinch. Touka expects to find fear in his face, or maybe hatred... but instead there is concern. Worry.

It causes her expression to scrunch up, her surprise giving way to sadness and confusion. ]

What the fuck--

[ Why did he have to be so understanding? So tender? Before she knows it, tears are welling up in her eyes, the fiery wing at her back twitching before dissipating. ]

Why can't you ever just be properly angry? What the hell is wrong with you?!

[ God, she wants to tear him apart, to riddle him with holes from her ukaku. She also wants to fall in love with him, to rely on him, to have him stay with her. Her kakugan appear glassy in the darkness of the cafe as the tears building in them begin to wet her cheeks, the sight of them somewhere between terrifying and strange. ]

Why do you have to be like this...?