I have major respect for @katakurah, for being able to do as much as they have considering how little we are given on their character.
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I have major respect for @katakurah, for being able to do as much as they have considering how little we are given on their character.
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“ i just wanted to do something good for once. ”
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He knows that realistically, Asuka isn’t quite speaking the truth. Perhaps trying to be a bit sarcastic, because the chances of the sixth seat actually wanting to do something good just for the mere sake of doing something good... Are slim. Even so, this doesn’t really count as good. At least, not in Izuru’s book.
Yes, he had noticed the newest batch of new recruits seemed to lack any respect for him. He had noticed how they seemed to look down on him, and he had heard their comments about him when they thought he wasn’t looking or listening. Or maybe they didn’t care if he wasn’t looking or listening... He doesn’t know if it matters.
He had tried very hard not to let their comments - things like ‘traitor’ and ‘noble whore’ - affect him overly much. He’s heard it all before, after all. He had just let the comments slide, although he knows he’ll be hearing it again and again in his dreams later. But apparently Asuka had not seen fit to let the comments go, judging from the terrified looks on the recruits, alongside the paper thin cuts that only a master with a knife could leave.
It has Izuru sighing, and shaking his head as he turns his back to the recruits, and Asuka, to instead make his way back to the office to do paperwork instead. He isn’t in the mood to deal with this.
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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
“I think I’d like it if... Even if it was just once... If Asuka would tell me a bit more about his past. I could tell that there was some of it that he seemed a bit reluctant to talk about. Maybe he was worried he might scare me off, although I’m not entirely sure. It’s sometimes difficult to get a read on him. I’d just...”
He suspects that it’s that particular aspect of the sixth seat’s past that might come back to haunt him soon, and Izuru would like to be able to support him.
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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others
“...I learned how to sew, from one of the servants on the Kira estate... I often mend my clothing when it’s needed, and when I was still growing I’d often adjust my clothing as well to make it fit better...” Sometimes, when he gets something new to wear, he still has to adjust it just because of how slim he is compared to most.
“'m sorry, my cell phone data coverage don't cover th' bullshi' zone yer in.”
--- He sticks out his tongue. “’s not bullshit! We’re not datin’!” Not officially, anyway. He’s been thinking about taking Asuka to see Shuuhei’s band lately, but he doesn’t really want to deal with the comments. They’re in that inbetween phase where Renji feels like he wants more than Hisagi does. Big superstar that he’s set to become, no doubt he wants to keep his options open now that he was about to become popular and have his fair pick out of hundreds of groupies, right? In any case.. There’s the producer Shuuhei is also sleeping with, Otoribashi, there to complicate matters even further.
“’sides, he’s into some kinky shit, and if I can’t.. Yanno.. Keep up, we’re just gonna drift apart anyways.” It’s been great, so far. Nothing too wild; exciting, really.. But Renji is very aware that he is starting to feel stirrings of something else. And he is pretty certain Shuuhei isn’t there yet. He doesn’t want to get his heart broken, so..
But relaying all this to Asuka also feels wrong, like he’s speaking it into existence.. Besides, he’s just tell him not to be a pussy. “’s just good fun right now, I guess..” it’s easier if it’s just ‘having fun’, if it’s nothing serious. But of course.. Renji is a terrible liar, with his heart on his sleeve, and if there is anyone that knows him, it’s Asuka.
@katakurah said : of course asuka has no intention of listening in the slightest. what he /does/ do instead is press his lips to that spot he’s been teasing. not to kiss, but to /bite/! and then he saunters away to redistribute the paperwork as he sees fit.
Had it been under any other circumstances, Izuru would have melted at the bite and perhaps even allowed it to turn into more. But not this time. No, instead he’s going to get up from his desk and stalk after Asuka, intent on reclaiming every piece of paperwork that is redistributed.
Even if it means climbing up bookshelves.
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Nonverbal RP Starters
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
He’s back in that awful place... There are bodies everywhere, souls crying out from every direction. Infants, children, adults, the elderly... There are so many dead... And hollows arriving too, to dine on the sudden feast... He’s surrounded, and no matter how hard he tries he can’t get out. He can’t...
He’s lost track of how many times he’s performed konso, of how many hollows he had killed, and how many bodies he had tripped over. He sees a glimpse of silver out of the corner of his eye, and when he turns to get a better look, it’s Captain Ichimaru.
Izuru opens his mouth to greet his Captain, to express how grateful he is that he had arrived to help, only to gurgle instead. When he looks down, he sees that Shinso had pierced his torso, and was slowly withdrawing to return to its original length.
It’s then that he wakes to Asuka shoving at his shoulder, and when he blinks he realizes that his eyes are damp with unshed tears. Almost by instinct, he reaches to press his hand against where Shinso had run him through, only to find no wound. Trembling, he slowly sits up, ignoring the sixth seat as he rubs at his face tiredly.
This... This is why he doesn’t like to sleep. He should have known better than to even try. Still ignoring Asuka - he doesn’t know nor does he care why he had come into his quarters - he moves to stand and change out of his yukata and into a shihakusho. There’s no point in trying to sleep anymore; he’ll just have another nightmare. So he’ll just go to get some more work done instead.
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Nonverbal RP Starters
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
Here he had been, minding his own business... And by business, he means walking around the various desks of his subordinates looking for paperwork he might be able to take for himself to do instead. He likes doing it, they get more free time... Really, it’s a win-win situation. He fails to see why some of them, or why the captain, take such issue with it.
Either way, he had been minding his own business only to feel a smack against his rear, and really there is only one person he can think of who’d do such a thing. Considering he had been glancing over Asuka’s desk in that exact moment, he was certainly in the prime position for it, he supposes.
Izuru isn’t able to help but turn a deep red in response to the smack, especially since it’s loud enough to echo throughout the entire office, and he thinks he might hear the fifth seat snicker from his own desk. That results in him flushing an even brighter red, and glaring at Asuka with a scandalized expression.
“Asuka! There’s a time and place for everything, and this was hardly one nor the other!”