Rest and Restraints

"You know, I don't usually do this."

It's spoken as a matter-of-fact thing as Sylvie leans back, against the pillows, using them as a unofficial resting place, twirling the end of a rope between her fingers lightly. "I'm not asked to do shoots like this, I mean."

Usually, her role in modeling as someone ditsy and bubbly means she's just a model for clothing lines- the more suggestive shoots were rare, and, more often than not Sylvie found herself really wishing she had tried to go a differet route with her image. As it was, she had snapped this one up as soon as she had gotten the offer. It was something new, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

The only downside of it was that Shibani was the only expert on decorative bondage she knew, and...she didn't really know Dan or Shibani as well, but from what little she had talked to the mochi maker on her days off, she didn't like him. It wasn't anything (too) personal- just a personality clash that had led her to trying to avoid him as much as she possibly could.

Of course, that only went so far when she found herself at his door like a stray Impup on a day off.

He had, for this credit, mostly ignored her- and Sylvie, for her credit, had managed to avoid saying anything too snarky in regards to him, instead following Shibanu into the room of pillows he had hoarded. To her credit, she had avoided saying anything about that, too- it had seemed like way too many pillows to even begin to be comfortable, but Shibani had flopped down unceremoniously into a nearby pile like it was nothing.

Which had led them to here- Sylvie, still twirling the rope between her fingers, and Shibani, who had fallen silent in a way that made her half certain he was either asleep or just a very good listener. The steady rise and fall of his chest, from where Sylvie was sitting, wasn't a good indicator, either way. She lets the silence linger for a moment before she clears her throat, abruptly and loudly, in some attempt to get his attention. The silence continues, however, and she finally gives up and breaks it herself.

"So...do you have any tips on this? Any way to not...I don't know, accidentally strangle myself or something?"

For a single, agonizing moment, the silence continues, complete with the steady rising and falling of Shibani's breathing. It's just enough time for Sylvie to think about giving up and going to someone else- or, as much as she hates the idea of it, passing up the job to someone more qualified. Shibani finally stirs, then, just briefly, as she's about to get up. He lifts his head and just blinks at her, blearily, like he had forgotten why she was there and the fact that she was at all.

So he had been asleep, after all. Great. That was...great.

Pushing down any internal debate to leave- just barely- Sylvie tried to hide her annoyance about this whole thing. She had come for help, and Shibani had just fallen asleep. And on top of that, she really didn't like repeating herself. She knows the sigh that comes from her probably gives away more than she wants. Letting the end of the rope she had been holding onto fall, she gives up. Or almost gives up. Really, truly thinks about giving up.

But she had come here for a reason, and Murmur hadn't raised a quitter.

"I wanted to know if you had any tips. With dealing with the rope. So it's safe." The last thing she needs is a incident knocking herself out of modeling for a while, after all, and now that Shibani's awake again Sylvie isn't about to pass up this opportunity. He reaches for the rope- still blearily, acting like moving at all from his nest of pillows pains him- and Sylvie barely manages to bite back another annoyed sigh. As it is, she's not sure the tiny breath that comes from her before she catches it doesn't count.

Sitting there, she's more sure than ever than she just wants to leave at this point.

"You know what? Just...write it down. I'll figure it out."

Saying that had probably been a mistake on its own, from the wait that follows- first when Shibani looks for the specific material, and then again when he actually writes it all down. When he finally hands it to Sylvie, she notes, quickly, that it's a long list- from what she can tell, it isn't entirely front to back, but it's close enough to it that it'll be a lot to memorize.

"Thanks." She offers, after a moment, tentively. Now she just has to leave- and, with her annoyace about this whole thing, try not to say anything to Dan when she does.