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𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.
OPEN SEASON
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25 / male / any / 10♣️
25 / male / any / 10♣️
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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? ☆ (If you're good, I'll give you a hint!)
As long as I can help people, things are fine as they are, aren't they?
Exposing every truth.
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.
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. ☆
Sign
cancer.
Education
university.
Occupation
detective.
Income
enough. ♥
Children
none.
Pets
a café cat.
Hobbies
sunbathing.
art credit:
one - five.
01. WINE OR BEER
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
.05 TITS OR ASS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
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
ENFJ-A
ENERGY
84%
extraverted
MIND
70%
intuitive
NATURE
81%
feeling
TACTICS
72%
judging
IDENTITY
56%
assertive
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— 𝙩𝙙𝙢 008 03/15.
— 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚.
Even with a link, Kizuna was no match for Clorinde in a game of marksmanship. Does the fact that it's his suit's game help or hinder him, he'd wondered? But the playing field was remarkably even, just for a little while, enough to end with both of them bereft of much of their clothing. He'd still lost, naturally. She's every bit as formidable in action as he's been lead to believe, no matter the danger of the weapon — and being privy to glints of her softness here and there like light off the maw of a gun is no less tantalizing after the game concludes, after the showers, during the trip back to the suites.
Not ready to see her off just yet, Kizuna kept her in the elevator past her floor with playful kisses trailed from the back of her hand to the height of her shoulder, over collar, pressed to her pulse point. Just until it hit his floor. Now... ]
Ah, I won't be mad if you let go. [ In his suite, knelt before her on his bed, he gently guides her hands up to take hold of the headboard. ] But try not to for a little while?
[ He places a lingering kiss to her mouth on his way down her body, slinking between the steeple of her knees as he coaxes one over his shoulder. Holding her leg steady with the hook of his arm, he dips in to get his mouth on her, tongue laving a thick line up the warm fold of her center. A shallow touch for now, one he pulls upwards to seal his lips over the gentle swell of her clit.
A prize for the victor, still warmed, skin salted by exertion, by adrenaline. ]
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something to think about, even as they snipe their clothing off each other until just the bare minimum preserves their modesty. thankfully, neither of them are particularly self-conscious, much less now, after he’s seen every part of her. halloween hasn’t been that long ago, really. and just like last time, she allows him to distract her in the elevator, the warmth of his lips lingering on her skin in steady ascension; until he presses her down onto his mattress and her hands to the headboard. her fingers curl around the wood, her grip firm, and whatever she was thinking about completely slips her mind the moment she feels his breath on sensitive skin, chased by the wet heat of his tongue. ]
Testing my restraint, [ she chuckles, low and breathy, tightening her grip on the headboard and widening the spread of her legs. ] Was it not enough for you earlier?
[ because of course she held back. it takes more work for her to do so than to let loose completely. ]
looks directly at it
Is it ever enough? [ It's an unfair facet of his, he knows. To be privy to the sorts of thoughts that ambiently drift across her awareness, like just how threatening an open heart can be. ] I'm actually hard to satisfy, you know.
[ Which seems at odds with the sensitivity of his nature, but he's honest with her in his playful rebuff, grip smoothing over the toned muscle of her leg. ]
Unless someone is letting go. Not an easy feat, is it?
[ Holding back is difficult; cleaving open to the torrential rush of letting go is also difficult. Kizuna ducks to scrape his teeth over the fluttering band of her inner thigh, bringing them together to worry skin to redness. It's his prelude to the softness of his tongue as his mouth returns to her, twining thick and wet with the walls of her cunt as he tastes her in earnest. ]
— 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙯𝙝𝙪.
Nobody would know. That back home, he's done this before. Like a slinking shadow, mirroring onto the scuffed canvas matting of the ring's floor. Even with the wristband, his empathy courses in his veins. He links with his opponents, one after the other, borrowing strength and skill to secure wins.
Of course, it's not a perfect system. He feels it roil up in him, the heated, watery sensation of his empathy being muddled by so much noise, so much violence. Swallowing the ambient tang of sweat and blood in the air, he quells it for the time being. Instead, he hears the tinny, blown-out blare of the loudspeaker announcing that the counter is on for a new opponent. Volunteer or be volunteered. Kizuna raises a hand, eyes aglow and dirtied fists balled, the image of him almost amorphous with the way he takes on the grit of this place like a second skin. A jarring sight for those who've seen this slender, unassuming man charm his way through the resort prior to this place. ]
Aha, any takers? [ A dashing smile, because he is a ham. ] Be gentle with me, and I'll be gentle with you.
[ Funnily enough, with how his empathy works, that's actually true. ]
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Even if said prettyboy had done nothing more than to quietly heal a few injuries from the losers while he’s there.
But now he’s been shoved inside the ring once again, and this time he’s a little more steady on his feet, a little less lost despite the fact that, despite his decent agility, he’s no match for any of the fighters in here, let alone… ]
Ah…
[ He’d expected someone like Wriothesley again, or Tseng, or Rokurou, or any of the other hardy fighters he’s already known. Who would’ve thought that charming, jovial Kizuna would have…
He sighs, spreading his arms open regardless, making himself a clear target. The audience jeers, interpreting his actions as a mockery of his opponent’s skill.
But really, Baizhu just wants to get it over with, even if it means sustaining a few injuries into the bargain. Better him than anyone else here, really. ]
Please make it quick.
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But as the timer rings overhead to signal the start of the round, Baizhu might see it in his eyes, because he's a perceptive man: the flickering shift of his pupils, slitting like a cat's in their fiery gold-green hue. ]
As you wish. ♥
[ Kizuna is on him in a fraction of a second, the cadence of his movement much more supple and elegant than that of his previous fights. Baizhu might also recognize why that is; the moves are his own. He breathes it out the minute he crosses him and hopes his whisper connects. "Just trust me."
It happens in a flash, the use of a few qi-blocking moves to immobilize his opponent. Kizuna is there to catch him, the circle of his arms possessive in an effort to put on a good show. No pretty boy heads are getting crushed today. In exchange, he signals to the extremely lazy ref that he wants to tag in the next blockhead itching for a fight. ]
Here, here! Let's give someone else the chance to have some fun. I want to enjoy my winnings.
[ Sorry, good doctor. You're getting swept up into his arms and carted off to (relative...) safety. ]
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[ The odd shift of Kizuna’s eyes is one thing, but to find him suddenly moving like a snake, striking his meridians with deadly precision, it’s…
He drops into Kizuna’s arms before he even fully registers what happened. His ears are ringing from the jeers of the crowd and somewhere in the clamor he can hear Kizuna’s voice, but he doesn’t need to be told twice—in this moment he trusts Kizuna fully, and waits until they’re out of earshot before he finally speaks again— ]
My apologies for the trouble.
[ Never mind that he’s the one currently incapacitated—Kizuna’s clearly having a good time out there and now he has to drop everything to rescue a useless doctor. ]
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[ Getting up into the gym proper, its training areas emptied out in favor of the fight club, Kizuna finds a quiet space with matting to set Baizhu back down. He'd asked for trust and received it so easily, the echoes of it flowing deep in his pulse. But then again, he hadn't really given the other man a choice in it. Lost in thought a moment, Kizuna smiles again as he idly fiddles with brushing some of his bangs aside. ]
If you'll forgive me one more time, let me return things to as they were.
[ With his link still established, his hands follow the motions that Baizhu might once again recognize, releasing the blockages to his meridians so that he might be able to move freely again. ]
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As far as he knows, anyway. ]
How are you…
[ So Kizuna’s not just a brilliant fighter, then… The chaos of the fight club and Baizhu’s own relative inexperience make it difficult for him to tell that Kizuna’s moves change depending on his opponent, so all he knows that this man is quite mysterious indeed.
But with his movements restored, he finally takes that armband off, and feels the connection to his own elemental powers restored—and more importantly, to the familiar whose eyes he bears. ]
…Never mind that. Are you hurt?
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Aha, no fretting. I'm fine, as you can see. [ Kizuna tips his head this way and that for Baizhu's perusal — he's got a few abrasions, a few pearly spots where bruises aren't yet forming, but for being in a fight club ring, he's surprisingly unscathed. ] Just a few love taps, that's all.
[ Finally relaxing some, he folds into a seat next to the other man. ]
My best work was figuring out how to not hurt you.
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[ Or…in fighting, really. Not to mention that he’s getting the sense that he should be suspicious about the fighting part, actually. But with so many people here capable of fighting, including with such strange powers, well…
He sighs, staring down at his own hands, where the soft green light of his magic glows for a moment—just to reassure himself that it has indeed returned. ]