最原 終

selective. private. penned by jupiter!

[scihara]

                                                     ( investigating @positivepianist​ )

     sweet elegance tuned  in his ears as he paid attention to the music played by the pianist upon the piano. such beauty played in a melody that could lull one to sleep or into a state of relaxation. it amazed the detective on how the ways of the piano were done. one had taken much attendance in practice, prime example being the blonde before him, & true dedication. he could feels cheeks warming as he observed the pianist. it all was so beautiful. it would a moment he could never forget. as he thought this, the gorgeous music came to its end.

     ❛  akamatsu - san, that was.. amazing. it was beautiful..  ❜

[scihara]

                                                          ( investigating @unluckxter​ )

     ❛  what do you mean?  no.. that can’t be right..  ❜

     all that has happened, all that he went through. friendships, personalities, & even talents, all simple fabrications created by a maleficent team. tears bubbled in gambogeish gray eyes, threatening to roll hot trails down his cheeks. hands clenched tight into white knuckled fists, shaking terribly. eye contact was difficult to keep with the other male as his sights were faced down more towards the ground below them.

     ❛  n - no.. please.. lying is not right..  ❜

[scihara]

                                                              ( investigating @kxaito​ )

     times of conversing with momota were times that relaxed his nerves; nothing odd yelled at saihara besides the styling of the astronaut’s hair. he did have questions as to how it had the capability of remaining straight up - those were irrelevant to their current conversation & were stashed for a latter time. listening to the adventures that happened to momota, he would sit there with high interest showing on his features. it was a nice feeling when listening to his classmates speak, it showed they were fairing well instead of struggling through hardships thrown at them. a genuine smile played his lips.

     ❛  what would you do when you made it up to space, momota - kun?  ❜

[scihara]

                                                            ( investigating @shinguvji​ )

     swallowing the lump stuck in his throat, the detective peered at the nearby anthropologist. the aura looming from shinguuji struck chills up saihara’s spine along with a cause of goosebumps dotting pale, near porcelain, skin. shinguuji was not the only being in the class who gave him this feeling, it was practically everyone. reason being due to shuuichi’s anxiety upon new interaction. hands fidget with the fabric of his pants as words prepare to leave thin lips. he knew there was no need to be anxious of conversing, but his mind made an otherwise belief.

     ❛  shinguuji - kun?  do you have a moment..?  if not, i understand completely.  ❜

[scihara]

                                                           ( investigating @hairhorns​ )

     silence bore the title of the detective’s best friend as it was calming, yet he found himself at an area with inadequate silence. residing a couple of rooms down from the one he was in carried the sound of horrid music. it was music he never put mind into concentrating on; it sounded as if nails were drug down a black chalkboard. he questioned how he would approach for asking to keep the volume down, yet he wondered if asking for the volume to lower would be a delightful idea. he did not wish to sound rude when asking - he just could not stand how loud it was. saihara stood himself, brushing off his pants as he left the room. steps were gentle upon floorboards as he closed in on the piercing music. digits curled into a fist before brought to give a number of three knocks to the door.

     ❛  e - excuse me..?  ❜

[scihara]

                                                (  investigating @goodluckgoodhope  )

     stuck in the binds of a rough situation was currently the mental whereabouts of the detective. he never had interacted with the other classes, so this would be a first. there was a first for every kind of situation, he knew, in which lead him to the belief of developing conversation. he thought of it at the time of when he was spoken to. it was muffled due to shuuichi drowning in his own thoughts. gambogeish gray hues opened to make contact with a pair of washed hazel hues.

     ❛  s - sorry.. did you happen to.. say something?  ❜

[scihara]

                                                  (  investigating @fabricated-tantei  )

     surprise struck through shuuichi as if he were struck by lightning when gaining sights of the doppelganger. this was no situation of a hologram, for the replica of himself appeared to be true. his mind was not playing a trick to fool his beliefs. heart racing, sweat beading on his forehead, he knew this were to be a serious matter in need of tending. the approach would be the important part in order to begin investigating the roots of the duplication.

     ❛  y - you’re.. me? how did this sort of thing happen..?  ❜

[scihara]

                                                (  investigating @melancholymatch  )

     understanding the attributes belonging to the withholder stanced before the gumshoe was the pessimistic tennis player, looking to be unoccupied for the moment being. shuuichi believed this to be the ideal moment for an interaction. a level-headed attitude was needed in the times instead of approaching the situation with looming lack of confidence.

     ❛  say, hoshi - kun, do you have a moment..?  ❜

[scihara]

     ooc. like this post for an interaction starter!! length may vary along with no cap on this!

[scihara]

     ooc. hello there!!  this is a new roleplay blog for shuuichi saihara from ndrv3. could you do me a favor & like/reblog this if you’re comfortable with interacting with my blog?  it means a lot!  thank you & i hope we get to interact with each other in the future!