城谷 忠臣

Independent Shirotani Tadaomi roleplay blog. OC/Crossover friendly, multi-verse/ship. Feel free to interact with my muse!

[fujoshi-tears]

[deaamoris]

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

{1} Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ/Cᴀɴᴏɴ

--- Sʜɪʀᴏᴛᴀɴɪ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍʏsᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴡᴀʀᴛs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴀᴛ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇsɪʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ᴡʜᴇɴ Kᴜʀᴏsᴇ sᴀʏs "Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, I'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛᴇᴅ." Aғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴏʀᴄᴇғᴜʟ/sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴀs Kᴜʀᴏsᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜɪᴍ BECAUSE ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ. Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀs Sʜɪʀᴏᴛᴀɴɪ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ.

[himizuka]

Ten Count[テンカウント]

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

moldablc stumbled upon you;

[moldablc]

                                “ i don’t know…. “ drawing upon the only                                 person he knows enough to know their                                 friends, he has to think of all the times his                                 brother has been reprimanded for doing                                 something on his phone that had to do with                                 communicating with his abundance of                                 friends. and… to do so would require a phone                                 number, right? “ i think so? maybe…. “ 

                                loren reached into one of his pockets to pull                                 out his phone, eyeing it awkwardly before                                 looking back up to the other male. “ do you                                 want my phone number? “ he didn’t know it                                 by memory even though he’s had the phone                                 for over a year. 

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- The continuation of conversation despite his mental and physical state aided in calming him down, taking refuge in the others demeanor. He nodded his head slightly, grimacing. “Yes, I think I would like that.” He replied decidedly, perfectly proportioned fingers reaching into his pocket to pull out his cell phone as well. Given his obsessive compulsive personality traits and his career, he easily recalled his own number without having to look in his phone for it. Opening up the create a contact section and inputting Ioren’s name, he looked up at the other male in anticipation. “Um, you can go ahead and tell me the numbers...”

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

{ooc} -nERVOUSLY EDITS POSTS WHENEVER I ACCIDENTALLY CLICK POST BEFORE FINISHING- HAHAHAHA YOU SAW NOTHING

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

moldablc stumbled upon you;

[moldablc]

                                admittedly, when the other started to fall                                 forward loren took a step back. realizing                                 his actions a bit too late, he was a bit                                 relieved that the other hadn’t fallen over                                 and left loren to explain his cowardly actions.                                 yet it was worrisome that the others                                 alertness had deteriorated that quickly, since                                 he had seemed somewhat fine not that long                                 ago. “ hmm… maybe. “ 

                                loren’s arms folded across his chest, resolving                                 himself not to question further. it was odd yes,                                 but it also wasn’t really his place to inquire. “ you                                 should try to… ah get more sleep. “

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- “That might be the case...” He replied dryly, blinking hard as he attempted to knock some focus into himself. This was terribly embarrassing, and he had begun sweating from nervousness to the point where he legitimately wanted to go home and melt away in his shower to cleanse himself of everything and anything. “...Do..” He struggled to ask a very simple, no-brainer question. “Do friends exchange mobile numbers, usually?” He asked, frowning as his breathing became shallow.

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

Like this post for a starter!

[eclinu]

[coraggiosocuorimoved]

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

{ooc} oh maN I JUST CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF WHEN I FIND GOOD MUSIC FOR SHIROTANI LIKE DAMN HELLO YES I HAVE ARRIVED, YOU WERE MADE FOR MY MUSE. //glues muse to music

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

moldablc stumbled upon you;

[moldablc]

                                his first reaction was to nod at the other’s                                 request as it took a moment for him to truly                                 process. once he did, admittedly it was                                 overwhelming for him too. being someone’s                                 friend wasn’t something that he could commit                                 himself to easily, as he knew himself well                                 enough to be aware of how it would affect him                                 in the long run ( not that there was much he                                 could do about it though, which was a bit dismal ).                                 he swallowed thickly, looking vaguely at the                                 other while he muttered,” i would like it very                                 much… if we tried to be friends. “ 

                                now that he was actually looking at the other                                 male, he did notice something off. would                                 friends ignore it? he didn’t know, and shoved                                 any conflicting thoughts out of his mind to                                 mutter,“ are you… alright? “

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- An abundance of questions now flushed over him. What exactly was he pursuing here, knowing the inevitable end that any friendships he formed came to. He hardly knew what friends did anymore anyways. Did they text each other? Go out for lunch? One thing after another that already made him feel physically ill just to do on his own, let alone with someone else. “I’m just tired, maybe.” Shirotani lied, one knee buckling briefly and his body tilted forward, almost coming into contact with the other male but managing to straighten himself up strictly out of fear of coming into contact with someone. A nervous laugh passed through his lips, running dry on explanations for his abnormal behavior. Already looking weird...!?

[jesseandersen]

Jesse winced at the contact with the stranger’s body and the concrete: how he’d fallen in such an awkward position was beyond comprehension, but he endeavored to return to his feet. It would inconvenience everyone around him if he blocked the footpath.

Cheeks burning at the accident, Jesse avoided the stranger’s gaze as he stood. But when he lowered his eyes to apologize again, he saw the same sharp fear, cold and prickly. Had his clumsiness caused such a reaction?

“I-I’m sorry!” he said, voice an octave too high. “Are ya alright?”

Guilt burst through his chest; perhaps the stranger was the kind of person who didn’t like social interaction and was easily embarrassed, and he had made a hurtful mistake.

Tentatively, Jesse extended a hand, offering assistance to rise should the poor man need it.

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- His expression of fear became a lot more prominent as he stared blankly at the hand offered to him, breath hitching in the back of his throat as he gazed at the bare skin, most likely covered in germs. He would have been able to get up himself, but now he was struck with fear where he was on the ground and the nausea was overwhelming. Head spinning, his cheeks puffed out as he threw up a little in the back of his mouth. “...I can get up myself...” He replied shakily after swallowing his own vomit, though his body made zero effort to get up off the ground.

[mirazuki-deactivated20150812]

Ah.. now she just feel bad. After all Mirai has never liked bugs. Usually her brother would throw it away from her. But since he isn’t here now… Mirai takes a deep a sigh of relieve ; before she looks at the older male.

“A-Ah…I’m sorry.. “ she apologized. “Are you okay??” he looked sick.. a bit pale, so to say. Her face shows nothing but concern. AFter all, she knew how it feels to be sick.

It’s not pleasant.

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- “I’m ...alright.” Shirotani replied uneasily, shaking his head in contradiction as he moved his hands around restlessly. He felt dirty from having touched the insect, despite his gloves.  “It’s more important that you are alright.” He added on respectfully, though he had difficult baring with the fact that his fingertips were tingling. Part of him regretted his course of action-- but he wasn’t heartless: he simply had a very strong barrier when it came to interacting with others. 

[forsakenveins-deactivated201508]

              Hikaru had liked to keep his work stations as well as his own home clean, though it was more a matter of PREFERENCE instead. But he did understand the perks of country living, he just didn’t like the quiet too much over having fresh, clean air.                It didn’t sound obsessive to him, it just seemed like the male was overall very troubled by this matter. So he nearly tilts his head in slight interest. “I get what you mean, I refuse to hire a maid despite my big house because I don’t like people touching or leaving their fingerprints behind… Main reason why I left home, we had a private chef but I prefer doing all those small things myself. I work from home a lot for that reason alone too.”

[mysophobiclover-blog1]

--- Though their reasoning differed, the other man’s reply caused relief to wash over him. He preferred to do just about everything on his own, despite how exhausting it could become at times. “It’s best that way.” He replied with a content sigh, his heart rate slowly coming down. “Working from home sounds a lot less troublesome.”

[yona-himesama]

I like it better when you let your hair down.

[narsass-has-moved-to-narsass]