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@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10β£οΈ
25 / male / any / 10β£οΈ
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!)
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
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It is a constant wax and wane, a bargain with the shadow in the mirror that isn't his own. Kizuna smiles, the hand at her back tightening, inversive. It begs a deeper curve of her spine, not entirely as a means of enmeshing their heat, but as a bid. As one beckons the threat of a knife deeper against the hollow of a willing throat. A dare.
His heel slides backwards, a path that leads towards the end of the dancefloor. ]
Is that a gluttony matched, I wonder? [ In rewarding hunger with hunger, rewrought as it is. Kizuna then calls attention to something he rarely does: the beating point of contention that's real between them: ] There's no need to worry. You won't find another heart to satisfy you like mine will.
[ He mirrors it: there is cruelty in giving, also. ]
no subject
[Their gaze breaks, and that's the first mistake that Matoba makes. When he swings it back onto Kizuna in the space of his words, it's with a cutting edge that's too unbecoming of Kuromine Misa. He doesn't think that anyone is watching, but he is always too critical of his own mistakes. Even with his face concealed, there's too much risk. Too much watching him, reading him.]
[The man before him, least of all.]
I think the gentleman presumes, [She says in the span of a too-long moment, her smile only partially reaffixed with grace. Mostly, it's a sneer that doesn't belong. But that short strike back is the only slip that will be allowed. Straightening her back again as she fixes her mask, she leaves her hand in his, feather-light.] Lead me away, then. My charming glutton.
[She did warn. She will command a hefty price.]