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"Seriously? Where does it lead to?" She honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it lead to the Striptease dungeon.
"Where...does it lead to?" That was a strange question to ask, did TVs lead to anywhere?
"Electrocution, I should think."
"I wonder if I could hop inside the TV in our apartment…"
"I wouldn't advise it"
"That sounds dangerous"
In Sickness & In Health
Now having been assigned to her second caretaker and fiancé respectively, our dear detective was more than ready to approach her newly forged bonds with these two strangers the same way she had done with the last; disinterest in the roles that had been placed upon them. If they wanted to be close, it would take plenty of time, trust, and mutual respect. She would have it no other way.
Promptly disembarking that train of thought, Naoto instead decided to focus on arranging her things. Moving from place to place so frequently was a bit stressful, but there was nothing she could really do about it, could she? It was getting to the point that she was contemplating keeping the cardboard boxes that had been used to transport her handful of belongings from the two prior apartments.
It didn’t take too much time for her to get situated, thankfully. Moments where she allowed herself to rest were rare, but the apartment was fairly quiet and the time seemed just right to enjoy a cup of coffee and re-read one of her favorite novels. She was just about to head in to the small kitchen when her phone buzzed with a notification. That was unusual. Not a moment is spared to mourn the loss of her chance at relaxation before she pulls the device from her pocket to see what she had been contacted about.
Yukimura Seiichi was a stranger to her, but the name still held a great significance. This was the man that the leaders of this post-apocalyptic had set her up to be wed to. Mildly impressed with the fact that he was able to get her personal phone number, Naoto contemplated the situation that could possibly play out for the two of them. Seiichi had clearly thought ahead when it came to the location, that much was for certain the more she thought on it.
With a swipe of her thumb across the screen of her phone, Naoto made her decision.
[TXT]
To: YUKIMURA, SEIICHI
From: SHIROGANE, NAOTO
I WILL HEAD OUT ASAP
The vibrations against his leg announced an incoming text much quicker than had been anticipated. Fishing the device out of his pocket, he scanned the contents, lips stretching into a thin smile at the curt response glowing across the monitor.
"Not a talkative one, eh?"
That was alright, Seiichi wasn't particularly prone to spells of idle chatter himself. Besides, what was there to really say at this point anyway - the whole aim of proposing the meeting in the first place was to enable them to discuss the unfolding events face to face.
He was just relieved the unofficial date had been agreed to, though with that moment of consent came an inpour of fluttering vibes in the pit of his stomach. Nerves had to be a completely normal reaction to this type of situation, right?
[Text] To: Shirogane Naoto From: Yukimura Seiichi That's great, take your time I'll be here
In Sickness & In Health
Stemming from the humble beginnings of a perfectly average life, something of this unconventional degree was not what Seiichi would have predicted for his future. Barely out of middle school and here he was, expected to wed a total stranger [not even of his choosing, just to add salt to the wound] and contribute to the restoration of an entire planet.
To say he'd been rendered moderately disgruntled by the whole affair would be putting things lightly, however sulking wasn't going to reap anything productive. For all he knew, his new fiancée was a perfectly upstanding person and imaginably just as iffy concerning the news of their sudden engagement as he was.
As both resided in separate buildings for now, he'd taken it upon himself to initiate the first steps by extending invitation to his betrothed. They'd been thrown in this together whether they liked it or not, so why not make the best of it? He'd toyed with the idea of various potential locations for the occasion, eventually settling with the park. Idealistic in the fact it was remote enough to conduct introductions relatively undisturbed, while still being a public area with easy means of escape should things turn sour.
[Text] To: Shirogane Naoto From: Yukimura Seiichi Shirogane san, it's a lovely afternoon out don't you think? I'm seated at the East entrance of the local park, I'd be honoured to have you join me.
[Text] To:Shirogane Naoto From: Yukimura Seiichi Only if you feel up to it, of course.
Now, he waits. The weather was mild enough to still be considered pleasant and he was more than content to occupy the time observing the last resilient blossoms before they wilted into the upcoming autumn months.
Meet the Muse
LEGAL NAME: Seiichi Yukimura
ALIAS[ES]: Yuki, Demigod, Child of God srsly tho
DATE OF BIRTH: March 5th
GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Human
PLACE OF BIRTH: Japan
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Ume Dorm Room 14
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, some French & English
EDUCATION: Middle School
OCCUPATION: Student
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No
LIKE[S]: painting, flowers/plants, gardening, grilled fish, tennis
DISLIKE[S]: talking about people behind their back, hospitals, the smell of chemicals
FEAR[S]: Hospitals
PERSONALITY TRAITS: soft spoken, quiet, dignified yandere
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIRCOLOR: Blue
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 175cm
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: None
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: Younger sister
PARENT[S]: Father, Mother
CHILDREN: None
PET[S]: None
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Tennis
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Sanada kun Tennis
PoT Meme || [1/5] Buchou/Fukubuchou: Yukimura Seiichi ↳ Much like the way the sun’s gravitational field was responsible for trapping objects in its orbit, the loyalty that Yukimura inspired helped form the backbone of the Rikkai team. His charismatic personality attracted strong players, and they responded when he demanded they continue to climb to new heights. That was a trust born from admiration and respect.
「腐あり」テニス詰め by スオウ
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