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ᴋᴀɒᴀᴍΙͺ "schrodinger's ikemen" α΄‹Ιͺα΄’α΄œΙ΄α΄€. ([personal profile] relater) wrote2024-03-04 06:36 pm

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OPEN SEASON
@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10♣️
Details
My Self-Summary

A detective operating out of Nenneko Ginza. We take on cases that no one else will, destroying both darkness and desire. You may find our coffee shop, but do you know how to call out to my partner and I? β˜† (If you're good, I'll give you a hint!)

My Future Plans

As long as I can help people, things are fine as they are, aren't they?

My Talents

Exposing every truth.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Is this just a general favorites list? I see, I see. In that case:

I like sunbathing and citrus cocktails! I prefer flowers over chocolate. My favorite composer is Chopin. I dislike fish eggs. One of my favored hobbies is taking walks and I enjoy the sound of rain.

My Ideal Partner

Aha. You never know until you really see someone for the first time.

Height 180cm Body Type lean musculature. Smokes no. Drinks yes. Drugs that's illegal. β˜† Sign cancer. Education university. Occupation detective. Income enough. ♥ Children none. Pets a cafΓ© cat. Hobbies sunbathing.
art credit: one - five.
01. WINE OR BEER
Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Clowns...? Ah, but mimes are fine too...

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Shower, but a good bathhouse is nice.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates.

.05 TITS OR ASS
Having to choose? Unfair!

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Come and find out. ♥

PROTAGONIST
ENFJ-A
ENERGY
84%
extraverted
MIND
70%
intuitive
NATURE
81%
feeling
TACTICS
72%
judging
IDENTITY
56%
assertive
hover for rating.
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[personal profile] birding 2025-03-09 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
( is it? a pretty name for a pretty harmonization. a pretty name for a pretty man. )

Kizuna.

( a ringing lilt, more conversational than she has any right to be when her default should be to call him mister. but there's still that wide disconnect, the wading through smearing constellations that she has to contend with before she drowns in that nebulous, mental ether, and emerges from it with a little less of herself.

odd. that isn't a danger that she should see with β€” )


Harmony... I follow the path that we may be able to share our emotions, our joys, our hardships, to be able to experience the greatness that life has to offer while weathering its storms together.

( or so it goes. in the new testament, xipe is a conglomeration of many gods, with thousands of faces, that sings their hymns in perpetuity as their followers open their hearts, lending their ears in sheer hope for the joy that might ping off the glassy, impossible color of their resonance. and robin β€” might be little more than an idol in the grand scheme of their magnanimity, poised behind a crystal display like a music box: wind her up and hear her sing.

odd for the image to come to mind. odder still, to feel like a vessel at the end of their link, but she's still trying to get the hang of it, to spot the differences. it doesn't help that her breath hitches slight and uneven at the skim of kizuna's warm mouth over the back of her knuckles like some belated greeting, or a man on his knees before some apostle, lips pressed against a ring. )


... For the young miss earlier, I projected it outward. "Tuning" to allow her to feel some measure of calm.

( she could really use some of it, now, with her hands held carefully in her lap behind the partition, with the jazzy radio tunes playing, and the sudden self-conscious feeling of his familiarity grazing the knuckles of her right hand. )

Forgive me my suspicions... With you, I tried to pull it inward, to sense your motivations... only to find I was faced with my own emotions resonating back to me.

... and unless you're hiding a halo and wings, I don't think you're Halovian?

( an angel, maybe? with that face. but robin's not nearly suave enough to get that to work. )
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[personal profile] birding 2025-03-22 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
( not for the first time since they've met, robin looks into kizuna's eyes and wonders if this might be cheating a little.

it doesn't seem like they mind so terribly either way. maybe later they will. even if the recognition comes with a sense of watery dreaminess on her end. a tide, he says, and it's as if she knows what she has to do, going out to the beach to walk into all of the surf, letting the waves crash overhead as she keeps walking and tries not to drown. they could keep going like that, mile after mile of silt and seabed until that fragile moment where they both wake up, and they have to remind themselves where they are.

here, too. for her, it's straight out of a dream and into a softer nightmare, but his presence has cushioned the blow. it takes the soft rap of kizuna's fingers on the glass for her to realize that she's still slow to respond. she tips her head up as she remembers herself β€” considers, with her gaze flitting back down, if her state of slight undress might reveal any indecent details in the dark of the garage β€” and takes a longer moment to step out into the open, careful to drag the long train of her silken robe with her without tripping over it.

and she's still bare foot. if the cameras were to see her now, she would never live it down. )


Are we going up?

( in a soft, curious trill. still no paranoia; no scandal either. the puffy feathers cascading down her robe hide most of the details, even if the silk is transparent for the most part.

resonance's lingering reflection, maybe. she feels more mellow than concerned even when for all she knows, her good fame might take a hit the moment she steps out into the light, and someone actually recognizes her. although she is... aware she's not presentable... as her glance shifts downcast. )


... I suppose I should first find some of the staff that's been rushing around with spare clothes for us to wear.
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[personal profile] birding 2025-03-30 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
( so β€” lapsed, with the kind of last-minute social grace know-how that lets kizuna crack jokes and get away with it long enough to nail the perfect first impression. robin still has more than enough to puzzle through here than just his authenticity, how she can't truly be sure this isn't a dream because there are some vital steps missing, and because it doesn't really bother her. but touch tethers her.

even if it takes a longer moment for her to look at and then take his arm, looping through it with seasoned grace as she tucks herself against his side. between flashing everyone else within the garage and publicist-mandated negative space, she'll take this lesser of two evils. if he's already seen the interiority of her soul, then some naked skin really is nothing.

and what's a few free feet pics between friends when all is said and done )


Trees and flowers? And yet, up still won't lead us anywhere outside, I gather...

( wistfully, with a crinkle to her expression as her smile casts in a wry light, scrunching further as he's already onto the next step and she can feel him start to, well, feel.

the feedback of it's... almost a tickle, how her nerves suddenly thrum with the very overwrought signals that he seems to be feeling for. resonance could make things tricky, could have him zero back onto her if she weren't... already veering them in the direction of that first wayward signal the moment that he clocks it, feathers unfurling like taking flight as she makes the short trek with him in tow towards what looks like the local coat-check.

or rather, a bellhop. who has been relegated to costume change duty and is passing over flashy ensembles and, by some stroke of luck, actual coats to the guests. )


I don't suppose it'll be cold... ( not that it matters. even if it were scorching hot, it wouldn't prevent her from trying out the first trench coat that makes it into her hands. ) I was beginning to imagine my attire was simply dress code with the game being what it is.

... Maybe I should thank you for your shirt, shoes, and service.

( imagine if he was in a robe, too, and she simply accepted it as the new normal... but that's neither here nor there. she must be considering how to take off her robe and then how to put on the coat... or if all of her feathers can fit into the coat so she wouldn't have to disrobe in the first place... or if she can dress herself modestly when there's no changing room to be seen besides, perhaps, if she were to duck into a nearby car... )
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... ok so, sometimes, time,,,,, i'm sorry...

[personal profile] birding 2025-05-09 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
( ... well, while they're here, she might as well take him again at face-value.

which is stunningly difficult to do when he comes up to her with a gown as garish as a peacock's feathers outside of season. he doesn't need to feel her feelings for him to recognize it in the slight twist of her expression, how her poker face fails in the face of what's explicitly bad fashion. a glimpse of a big bad monster β€” what had that been? a thing with both beak and teeth? metaphorical? real? β€” hadn't elicited as strong of a reaction, even if this one is still marginally tempered by a lady's good graces.

even if, behind the coat, she murmurs her thanks, and can't quite help but include, )


... my, Kizuna. You keep your feathers very bright when you preen.

( then comes an actress's quick change artistry: it only takes a minute or two and minimal ruffling. by the time she steps out from behind the coat, she's covered in an unflattering dress that remains unflattering, that she only saves by adjusting the wispy train of it to mimic what could be a bird's tail at rest behind her, the georgette fabric catching the light like rayon more than silk. )

I'm in your debt. To what extent, I'm not sure, as I'm afraid I enlisted your consultant services without asking for your going rate.