2025-11-26: Password Protection
- Log: Password Protection
- Cast: Tsubasa Seki, Ichika Kawase
- Where: Kawase Household, Iwatodai
- OOC Date: 2025-11-26
- IC Date: Thu, Aug 16 2012
- Summary: After Ichika's date with Ryuji and Tsubasa(?!), Ichika takes Tsubasa up to her room to thank them for getting along with her other beau. Tsubasa helps her with her suggestive selfies -- and then suggests an encryption program she can use to lock them down with passwords, because they've been plagued with thoughts of what happens if someone gets their hands on their phone and sees the things she's sent. Ichika is impressed, and uses this knowledge as an excuse... to take even more saucy selfies. Teenagers, man.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Ichika went on a hot date... but it was with two guys?! Luckily, one of them was more concerned with setting her up with the other one, so there was no jealously bloodbath this day.
They had to walk Lance when they got home, of course -- and then play with her some more in the yard, because Mrs. Ichika's Mom found a delightful little squeaky bone toy and it's Lance's new favourite thing. God willing, the sound of the little squeaks won't be audible all the way up in the bedrooms. But after dinner, Tsubasa and Ichika make their way up to her room, and Tsubasa gently pulls the door shut behind them.
Y'know. For normal reasons.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
No jealousy bloodbath today!! ...it might come later. But Ichika was happy to appreciate the one doing the setting up, and that appears to have helped.
The squeaky bone toy is cute. Ichika doesn't love the squeaky sound but she does love how happy Lance is with it. So after dinner, Ichika goes up with Tsubasa, and--
When Tsubasa pulls the door shut, Ichika turns to smile at Tsubasa.
"...I didn't know you had that much sass in you," she laughs, but it's a happy sort of expression.
She hasn't even put down her bag yet. She's too busy watching Tsubasa.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Ahaha... well, it's... y'know..." Tsubasa rubs at the back of their neck, their grin a touch sheepish as they glance aside. "Givin' you guys a hard time meant he'd have somethin' to push back on. Let him look good easier. Sometimes guys don't know what to do with themselves on a date... y'know? Anyway... it's kinda fun."
Dear God, don't tell her Tsubasa's finally learning the art of talking back just so they can flirt.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Sheepish! Ichika recognizes the genius of Tsubasa's ways as Tsubasa explains them; she looks impressed! "Ohhh," Ichika says. "I knew you were being sweet to us, but I didn't put that part together..."
"Yeah, it is fun," Ichika agrees. "Glad you're into it."
She steps forward, well into Tsubasa's personal space.. "...It was really cool, how you did that."
"...It was nice, seeing you get along, too."
"...But it also made me appreciate you more."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Ichika gets it! And -- Ichika isn't mad, which was something Tsubasa had at least thought about at some point. Instead, she sees that they're getting into it, and...
... yeah, that's kinda it, huh? They're cutting loose a bit. Actually relaxing for once in their life. Bit weird, but it's coo-
--oh hey Ichika's here now
"Heh," Tsubasa grins, as they loop their arms around her to pull her in by the small of her back. "Ain't out a me way. He's a cool dude. Hard on 'imself, tho'. Guy's totally not a Yamacha, c'mon." Clearly, that's just not one of the most powerful characters in the show.
They're distracted from Ryuji's qualities by Ichika's, though, as she declares her appreciation. "... yeah?" They ask, as they lift a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "How's that...?"
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Nah, Ichika's not mad. She isn't the type who needs her ego coddled all the time; in Boss matters she's the Boss! And in others... it's kind of more fun to switch off a little.
But Ichika is here now, and she beams a smile at Tsubasa as she looks down (not that far down) into their eyes. "He is," Ichika agrees. "I'm glad you don't mind him. That you even seem to like him." A beat, "Hmm. I'll take your word for it 'til we can watch some more."
But Ichika's... She smiles, and leans down to kiss Tsubasa on the lips, head tilted just so to get her nose out of the way. "Mmm...."
She pulls back after a moment, "Because it reminded me of your many, many good qualities."
A beat, "...Maybe I can express my appreciation a little more, in a few."
"But first I've got one last thing to do for him. Wanna see me take a selfie? After that, I'm all yours."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Tsubasa, for some reason, isn't as confident in that kind of thing than most miscreant youth. It's probably fine and nothing they need to examine ever.
But it's nice they can give it a try.
"Yeah, man, I like him," Tsubasa says, looking up to Ichika, in turn. (She's quite tall.) "He's cool."
Tsubasa slips their hand behind Ichika's head, burying their fingers in her hair as they kiss her, and they draw in a long breath as they part.
"I'm still waitin' to hear what those are," Tsubasa says, a touch of that sass returning for a moment. But first--!!
"That okay with you?" They ask, a hand lingering at her even as she orients to Selfie Time. "I mean... sure, if you sure!"
Ichika's selfies to other guys are, of course, still private things. That's Ichika business.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
It's nice!
"Cool," Ichika answers. And she sighs, when Tsubasa keeps hold of her, not testing their breath capacity this time. But that sass comes back, and Ichika laughs. "I'll tell you," she assures them.
Then--
"You helped him earn it," Ichika says, "So I think it's cool if you get to see me take it. ...If it were really racy I might ask to take a minute," she admits.
"It's like..."
"I definitely want to show myself off to you," Ichika says, pulling back to start to cross the room as she thinks it though. "But it's different when I'm trying to do that to someone else, I guess? It's like... Right thing, wrong time. That's how it would be."
"I'd feel weird if you two shared my pics with each other, even if I wouldn't feel bad like I would if you did with somebody else. But this one..."
Ichika gets out her phone, sets it to camera, and looks at herself in the image. She sets down her phone a second to make a point of adjusting her bra and tugging her neckline down a little, then picks back up her phone takes a from-above, smiling shot for Ryuji, holding up a v-sign and practically inviting him to stare.
"OK, there," she says, and starts to send it off with a little heart.
"You get me?" Ichika wonders of Tsubasa.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Sure," Tsubasa nods, and lets her go... for a while. They lean on the desk, arms folded loosely over their chest, as they listen to Ichika's logic on selfies.
Some of it they've absorbed through listening to Haruna and the Princess; some of it they were scared of personally. It's a strange mix of hearsay and recognition; they'd rather hear it from her, anyway. "Right," they nod, as she explains it.
And then, "We won't," Tsubasa assures her. If Ryuji does, they'll kick his ass, anyway. But he doesn't seem like that kinda guy, and Tsubasa sure isn't.
"Mm," they nod, pushing off the desk to go sit on Ichika's bed, instead. "Uh, actually. Can I see ya phone a sec?"
Pause.
"I been lookin' up how to encrypt photos an' shit," Tsubasa explains. "Like, with passwords? Thought it'd be easier if you could send 'em out like that to start with 'stead a me doin' it after... uh, ain't sure if it works th' same on ya phone, tho', yours is fancier 'n mine."
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Ichika has a lot of feelings about it, since this very much isn't the first time she's done something like this, or sent it to someone. But when Tsubasa assures her, she smiles. "...I guess one of these isn't as big a deal to share," she says, "But some..." She trails off, and maybe Tsubasa can get what she means. Probably, anyway.
But Tsubasa wants her phone? "Uh?" Ichika starts.
"Oh!" Ordinarily she'd be shy of requests to see her phone, but this is a good reason. "Ohh... I didn't even know you could do that," she admits.
"Sure." Ichika returns her phone to the home screen and hands it over to Tsubasa. It's a fancy phone, though not the top of the line--just really nice. The Meta Nav is on there, of course.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Yeah," Tsubasa nods. They can guess! They're not going to press about it.
Tsubasa, the world's most paranoid themby, makes sure Ichika can still see her phone screen as they go to search up an app. "Okay, so, lesse... there's this, like, encryption app I found? Nothin' too fancy, it's this thing... yeah? So..." They tap the edge of the screen, as they wait for it to download.
"... okay. So you open up ya files in this app," as they go to her photos and find the one they know she just took of Lance with her new favourite squeaky toy, because they were there, "an' ya like... do a long press here, pull up ya options, should be under... uh... 'Individual Password'? There's 'Vault', too, that like, sends 'em to a password-locked folder on ya phone, but it don't affect the ones what ya send to other people... so ya hit that, comes up with a box, let's call this password 'Lance'... okay. Try sendin' that one over to me phone again now."
(The reason they're demonstrating this trick on Lance is, in fact, so that they can show her what happens with it on their phone.)
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Ichika does appreciate that she can still see her screen, looking as Tsubasa works. "Oh." Encryption... It makes it seem fancy, like they're doing something in secret. Like a proper thief, even. But she doesn't comment on that for now; she just says, "Oh, OK."
She does have good Lance photos.
Ichika duly takes her phone back once it's on, and once she's ready to send it. "Lance," she repeats. "OK."
Ichika taps a few times and sends it over!
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Tsubasa pulls their phone out of their pocket, with the brief clip of metal which announces they got a message. Their phone, as it happens, is password protected, so they unlock it and then tilt the screen so she can see theirs too. "Okay, here's me messages..."
The image sent over is a little grey square, though. Tsubasa clicks on it, and the first thing that happens is a box appearing in the middle of the screen demanding a password.
"So if I just click out a here," they show her, "I ain't seein' shit. An' if I try openin' it with th' wrong password," they throw in some random characters, "I ain't seein' shit." ERROR -- INCORRECT PASSWORD displays on the box, before it closes. "... so it's only when I put in the right shit where it's gonna show," they finish, as they input Lance, and presto:
Lance is on Tsubasa's screen.
"That, uh, ain't gonna save ya if the guy what gets the password decides to share that too," Tsubasa admits, shoving their phone back in their pocket. "But I got to thinkin', what if some guy stole me phone an' forced me lock screen? Or what if I send the wrong photo to a guy? It was too many vulnerable variabilities, man... I weren't gon' sleep proper 'til I figured out how to store this shit right. An', I mean... this shit's knowledge what works better if you know it too, yeah?"
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Ichika keeps a password on hers, too, but it hasn't been locked since Tsubasa asked for it. And the messages, as she looks--a little gray square!
"Oh..." Not seeing shit! That's encouraging. But then the password is entered, and:
Ichika blinks, and then smiles. "Oh cool!" she says. And then--sighs. "Yeah... but who knows who the wrong guy is?" she asks. "They all seem like the right guy if you like them enough to go out."
She shakes her head. "But that's really cool," she says. "...And it's nice. It's..."
"It makes me feel safer," she says. "Thanks, Tsubasa."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Wish I had an answer fer that one," Tsubasa shrugs. "I tried to figure out if you could, like, change ya password later, but... don't look like that's possible with a direct file transfer, since ya don't like, still got access to the file from the old phone when it goes to th' new one... that's what a bunch a threads on the 'net said 'bout why it wouldn't work, anyway. Uh, lotta 'em suggested hostin' th' file instead, but I dunno how to do that..."
Which is to say: exactly how much thought have they put into this???
"But like... least this way if th' cops go through me phone, they can't see your shit," they rub at the back of their neck. "Or if someone grabs it, or whatever... y'know. I oughta keep that shit safe, yeah? Like," they smile, briefly, to her, "you trusted me with it."
They pause, gesturing to her phone. "Sakamoto-kun's gonna love that, anyway," because they didn't have the vantage point when the shot was taken but they've sure assessed it now.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
"It's OK," Ichika says. "You don't have to." Have an answer, that is. "Hmm. OK. Well, you'd know better than me. You sound like you looked into it pretty hard." Hosting the file... Hmmm.
Ichika definitely doesn't know how to do that.
But, "Oh, yeah. ...That's good. I don't want... some randos seeing them," she says. "Not the cops, not some anybody..."
She smiles back at Tsubasa. "Yeah. ...And now I know for sure I can trust you with more," she says. "I like that."
A beat, then, as she smiles at her photo. "Cool," she says. "I'm hoping he does."
"But...!"
"...You wanna maybe take one for me?" she asks. "The two of us. We'll save it just like you showed me."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Ichika absolves Tsubasa of responsibility! ... Tsubasa still feels a little responsible, though. Still...
"Yeah, fuck that," Tsubasa agrees. Most people are fond of the police; Tsubasa, noted criminal, is not. They do not trust the cops with Ichika's selfies.
"Cool," Tsubasa's smile grows a little, when Ichika says she likes the effort they put in.
But then--!!
"Sure," Tsubasa says. And then: "You want me to take my shirt off?"
As if they had to ASK that!!
Tsubasa's technically tossed their shirt over their head in here before, but that was in a way more miserable context, so it doesn't count. They keep their binder on, of course, because no one wants to see what that thing's keeping in check, but Ichika gets what it's about as they slip an arm around her and hold up the camera with their other hand.
Click!!
Damn, they're even smiling.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Ichika definitely doesn't, particularly since at least some of them are in league with Eiji. ...Even the cops she likes she doesn't want with these.
But Ichika is still smiling when Tsubasa says it's 'Cool', and she's happy about that, too. Then--
"Totally," Ichika says. Shirt goes away!! But Ichika does get it after a moment--when Tsubasa puts an arm around her.
Ichika smiles, too, and widely as she leans on Tsubasa for the picture.
"...But next one," she says, "My shirt comes off too."
With the picture taken she kisses Tsubasa's cheek, and moves to put her phone down on the bedside table.
She shouldn't need it for a bit.