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@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10β£οΈ
25 / male / any / 10β£οΈ
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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? β (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. 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
.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
hover for rating.
no subject
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... )
no subject
[ A wink, a sundering gesture flashed too easily. She might get a taste of his mind's eye, a visual built over many months — puffed feathers, glossed and ornate. Eyes. Teeth. A creature that breathes with its maw poised around them, ready to snap and pitch them into the dim clutch below. Anything could live there if one was brave enough to venture in and discover it. Kizuna navigates it well; he's navigating it even now, that feather's edge. What does it say about him, that the brief splashes and tethers of her resonance are welcome in defiance of it. He can't help it, being what he is. He borrows the sensation of her wings, the soft, errant knowledge of her rhetorical question answered by his refracted empathy. No, they cannot go out. Only up. ]
The resort is always as cold or as warm as you'd like it to be. [ He smiles and it's knowing at its corners. ] Unnerving, right? But also really convenient...
[ Kizuna casts a glance aside as if he's also just now realizing that they are, in fact, ensconced in impenetrable concrete. ]
There's nothing saying you can't adopt such a dress code if you find it to be more comfortable. If I can — [ While she's puzzling the coat problem, he's thumbing through the racks, through dresses with sequins, fringe, settling on something blue and fluttery. Unflattering cut, but what can you do when the Peacock loves a good bit. He beckons her for the trenchcoat. At his core, one thing is always true: he's always on the lookout for a solution to a problem. ] I'll lend you my wingspan for a second.
[ (he also tragically loves a good bit)
A brief shuffle towards a nearby car sees him opening its back door, inviting her to stand between its angle and swap him garments. Shaking out the trenchcoat, he lifts his arms and holds it up like a curtain as the other angle to this makeshift dressing room. His eyes remain modestly behind the collar. For the sake of the bit. ]
Now, how's that?
... ok so, sometimes, time,,,,, i'm sorry...
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.