relater | 𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.

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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!)

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. ☆ Sign cancer. Education university. Occupation detective. Income enough. ♥ Children none. Pets a café 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

ENERGY84%
extraverted
MIND70%
intuitive
NATURE81%
feeling
TACTICS72%
judging
IDENTITY56%
assertive

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Thank me? [ A laugh lilts in his throat, more certain than before, more upright. ] Oh, be careful. This place might get jealous.

[ 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?

( ... 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 — what had that been? a thing with both beak and teeth? metaphorical? real? — 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.

𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.

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