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day seventeen, may ninth
17.) What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?
messsyyyyy it's an organized mess and by organized i mean she knows where everything is and neat freaks start sobbing after glancing at it. she has a coffee pot hooked up there and a stash of food.
day sixteen, may eighth
16.) Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?Â
her grandmother! they drink hot cocoa together whenever kyouko's home. she makes awesome tea, too.
day fifteen, may seventh
15.) Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl?Â
night owl. if you talk to her before coffee / ten am she might just punch you i'm not kidding.
day fourteen, may sixth
14.) Â How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold?Â
stripping off extra layers and twelve fans / adding extra layers and like forty blankets. in other words, horribly.
day thirteen - may 5th
13.) What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?
first of all; kyouko is horrible at sleeping ok she sits down at her desk to work on cases and will often fall asleep. however, when she does consciously sleep in her bed, when she gets up all the covers are off the bed the pillow may be on the floor, pjs may be in a pile on the bed her bed is never made. also, she sleeps on her back. also she wears a black sleep shirt and pj pants of some pattern. sometimes she forgets to take off her gloves.
day twelve - may 4th
12.) How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?Â
she's pretty damn good at it! still, she does like letters sometimes.
day eleven - may 3rd
11.) Is there an animal you equate with your character?Â
no. however, now that i think about it, she's totally a cat i will fight you on this.
clear your six o clock || kirigiris
He raised his eyebrows at her, sighing at her strange comment. Of course in their first real reunion in ages she manages to say something like that. It appeared that being awkward when it came to family was just a hereditary Kirigiri trait.
Jin could feel his daughter’s aged eyes analyzing him; it would have been unnerving if he hadn’t previously done the same to her.Â
"I suppose it has been a while, Kyouko. How’s life for you been? What have you been doing?" he asked, even though he knew full well most of what happened. He didn’t completely abandon her; he kept track of her by asking her grandparents. They told him after much pestering.Â
Kyouko's mother had been the outgoing one, as had her grandmother. Still, Kyouko was unlucky enough to get the Kirigiri curse of awkwardness, and the lack of socialization was no help.She played with the edge of her gloves, a nervous tick she'd has for several years.Â
"Grandfather started taking me on cases when I was nine," she said, biting her lip. "The day after my ninth birthday, actually." She'd waited at the park they went to every birthday with her Grandmother, and her Grandfather, unsure of how to comfort her, took her on his case, She'd spent three hours waiting, but didn't want to say that and sound pathetic.
"I started taking my own cases at age twelve," she said, looking back at her father's weary eyes. She wanted to say a lot of things, wanted to say that no one believed she was a detective and that no one followed her leads because she was a little girl. She almost wanted to confess that she'd followed one on her own. "I got injured," she blurted out. "You didn't come see me." That was one of those things she hadn't meant to say, but she had and it hung heavy in the air.
day ten
10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.Â
she definitely grew a lot more reserved after jin left, and she definitely lost some confidence after that first mistake regarding her hands.
day nine
9.) Â Who does your character trust?
no one but herself, currently.
day eight
8.) Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?
her favorite ice cream flavor is definitely strawberry. she likes dark hues in general, whether it's purples or greens or blues. she doesn't have a favorite song, but she likes movie scores and instrumentals and occasionally pop. as for flowers, she likes primroses, lilies, white roses and buttercups best.
[[chihiro i'm so sorry about the lack of replies, i'm having trouble garnering a muse for our thread]]
day seven
7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?Â
she'd like to erase the mistake that scarred her hands, her mother's death or her father's leaving. pick one.
[i'll reply to enoshima and fujisaki when i get back from my thing tonight. later!]
room mate? || kirigiri + ikusaba
"Um, hello! I’m your room mate, Mukuro Ikusaba, Super High School Level Soldier. I’m sorry to disturb what you were doing, I just accidentally left my key here and didn’t expect you to lock it."
Mukuro looked at the girl. She had pretty lavender hair, but she also had cold and unflinching eyes that almost made Mukuro, a seasoned soldier, uncomfortable. Smiling, Mukuro glanced at her side of the room, noticing that she was writing in something. At least her apology wasn’t for nothing, then.
"What’s your name? And title?"
Kyouko arched her eyebrows, otherwise emotionless. "It's no problem," she said, mentally categorizing the name Mukuro Ikusaba and the word Soldier. She was rooming with a soldier, huh? Better than some other things, she supposed.Â
Mukuro didn't seem too intimidating for a soldier; she was a pretty girl, freckled and dark haired, her clothing loose and unrevealing anything about her physique, but Kyouko could take an educated guess at the muscles underneath.
"My name is Kyouko Kirigiri," she stepped out of the way, as to allow her in. "The Super High School Level Detective."
day six
6.) Describe your character’s happiest memory.Â
she wouldn't want to admit it out of embarrassment, but her favorite memory is her eighth birthday, the last one before her father defected. they'd had a picnic. it wasn't anything huge, but she treasures it nonetheless.
clear your six o clock || kirigiris
"You… have grown up to be a beautiful young woman."
She had obviously matured, holding herself like a member of a royal family. It was almost like she was hiding something from him, but he couldn’t really tell what at first.
He didn’t know what to say, or do, so he figured he would let Kyouko lead the conversation. After all, this whole mess was really his fault.
"I bet there is a lot you would like to ask me, but I have one question first. Would you like to have a seat?"
Kyouko nearly had a panic attack, right then and there. "Thank you," she replied, a lump in her throat hardening, dry and rough. She took the seat across from his, on the other side of the desk. Perhaps some form of barrier would calm her nerves.Â
Her father looked much older than what she remembered of him, his dark eyes tired, smudges underneath them. She wondered if he'd always looked like this, if her memories were just old and faltered.
Kyouko bit her lip in nervousness, unsure what to say, so she played with the hem of her gloves. "It's, uh. It's been awhile." Kyouko. No.
