<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/burd_zpss5n6r6f4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Torikai</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237289.msg11683863#msg11683863)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Haneda International Airport, arrival terminal<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kitty/Riku<br/><hr/>"Ah," Torikai noted Riku's response, especially his assumption that his clothes had played a part in the 'pet' talk. "I had been wondering about that. It looks good on you," she decided, biting back a smirk at the clumsy and almost futile attempt to hide his reaction to the thought of serving her. That, she decided, was a major part of the outfit's charm, the deliciously innocent and shy attempt to hide his reaction to her simply urging the harpy to press harder, to see him squirm more.<br/><br/>"Besides, its hardly as if one cannot respect a pet," she continued as her sharp, amber eyes moved back up from the source of Riku's distress. "I hardly even need to name the dog that waited, after all. Although," the smirk finally slipped out, the predatory nature inherited from her mother taking over for a second. "<em>I</em>wasn't the one talking of you actually becoming a pet. As for the flight, hold on, but don't squeeze and don't scream. That'd look ... really bad."<br/><br/>There were, after all, few ways for her to carry something so large. With a happy little sigh, she spread her wings and lifted up into the air. She drifted over to Riku and carefully took hold of him, making sure that while she gripped him firmly, her talons were in no danger of scratching or digging into him.<br/><br/>The reactions to this, and the eyes on her were, for once, ignored, the pleasure of being able to get into the air overpowering her usual narcissistic delight and, although she had started to realize that she had begun to slip back into bad old habits with her teasing of her host, she had one last, inadvertent tease for Riku.<br/>After all, he was being held beneath her and she<em>was</em>wearing a dress. And, it would seem, white panties.<br/><br/>"Remember to tell me which window is yours," she told Riku, having missed the obvious drawback with this mode of transport for him.<br/>Quietly, she began kicking herself for getting carried away with her teasing of her host. As enjoyable as it had been to see him squirm, that wasn't what she was here for, and it wasn't something she should be doing, no matter how much she liked it. As she let Riku secure his grip, she resolved that she would retreat to her room at the first chance she got, work off her excitement, and go back to playing the good girl.