Anthropologist

"Welcome to my blog, where I will be commentating on an assortment of topics. From paraphernilia such as popular games to legends, I will post about it when I find it noteworthy. "Who am I", you ask? My name is Korekiyo Shinguji. I'm called the Ultimate Anthropologist. Most normal humans cannot comprehend the words that come out of my lips in every meaning I intend them to have... or even half of said meaning. Whatsay you?"

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Unable to help himself, he covered his eyes to stop the other dog from licking him any further. He was far too bashful to allow Nagisa to see him like this. 

“Perhaps I sh-should...” He mumbled. The two dogs attempted to pry away his hands by licking his fingers and nibbling gently. Kane got his teeth stuck in his bandages and Korekiyo groaned, removing his hands from his face to nimbly tug his hand back. Kane and Kai tackled him again, eagerly licking his face affectionately once more. He began to laugh again, not caring that a bit of his skin was now visible as he scratched behind their ears.

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“Your occupation... that you are a teacher?” The anthropologist almost laughed. “I could not care less... I will not tell another soul if that is what you wish.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Do you want this, Yukizome-san?” 

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“I see... so you think that your mask adorned with jewels is easier on the eyes than your braces, yet you critisize me for having one adorned with just a zipper. Truly unfortunate you view it that way...”

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“Yes, surely you do want me to touch you, Yukizome-san... but I will not do anything unless you ask it of me.” He bent down so that he was at eye level, and leaned even closer so that he was a hairsbreadth away from touching her. 

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“Kukuku... kukukukuku... such a beautiful reaction... apologizing for something like this...” Shinguuji examined his bandaged hand as if there would be some remnant of the detective’s slap. “Such grace needs to be admired.” He stepped closer to Saihara, trying to make him blush even more. 

“Such innocence... lost in thought, nervous about being touched... kukuku...” He stroked the top of the other’s cap, and curled his fingers around the brim of it and slowly began to lift it up. Golden eyes looked with the wide grey ones, savoring how flustered he was. “Show me more, Shuichi Saihara! I want to see more... how will you react to this, I wonder?” He picked up his hat and placed it on the windowsill above the detective, knowing that Saihara was too short to reach it without a chair or some other footstool. 

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The folklorist nodded his head and felt his lips tremble, despite Saihara being unable to see him. The others in the bar started to whisper about the drunken man covered in his own puke, a few pointing him out to the barista, in which she replied by shrugging each time, completely unconcerned about his well-being. 

“Don’t leave me...” He whimpered. He began to pant, and his chest bobbed up and down with strain. “P-please... help me...” His soft sobs almost rendered his words inaudible. Several seconds passed which felt like hours. 

“Y-yes, I’m still... here with y-you...” His vision danced in and out of focus. “P-please... please please please...” 

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“’Weird looking bondage guy...’” Shinguuji sighed. “I would like to point out that you, too, adorn a mask similar to the one I am wearing. I merely wanted to ask what your reason for wearing it was.”

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“Then explain that desire I can clearly see in your eyes... truly, a beautiful sight to behold. You are telling me someone such as yourself never saw someone and thought that you wanted them to touch you? To... want you?” He leaned a little closer to her.

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“Please do not misunderstand my intentions... they are somewhat less filthy than that of what you are used to, I assure you.” The folklorist crossed his arms and held squeezed his shoulders, trying to calm himself. He couldn’t help but feel taken in by Junko, something about her was so attractive... not just physically, but she seemed so fascinating to him just from hearing how her tone changed with such ease. Something was telling him she was exciting, explosive even... 

He felt like his veins were electrified from her gaze. But that didn’t make sense, she was only another airhead, wasn’t she? There was something so piercing, so sinister... so disturbing. He locked his canary yellow eyes with hers, unable to look away.

“I can only offer you my gratitude for answering me. Unless there is something else you can think of?” He gestured to the students wandering about the halls. “Perhaps away from here? I still have more to ask of you...” In actuality, he did not; he just wanted to talk to her away from the others, away from those who were bland in comparison... he would think of something new to ask of her if she accepted his offer. 

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“Please indulge me... tell me what you want one to say to you.” Shinguuji touched a lock of her orange hair, twisting it in his bandaged fingers. “Or perhaps you’d rather someone do something to you? Who could it be? Yukizome-san, your blush betrays your poor attempt to conceal your desires. Perhaps even I could provide you with something if you say you wish it.”

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“Hmm... I did not think it would be that easy to get an answer so close to my desired one out of you.” Korekiyo nodded curtly. “Thank you for being so very... forthcoming. It was quite refreshing. I also was wondering what experience you have with such a thing, Yukizome-san. You seem like the type to enjoy being a subject to seduction rather than the initiator... am I correct?” He drummed his fingers on his zipper again.

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“Truly, you are a professional... sidestepping me like this...” He felt himself grin under his mask and traced the cold zipper, feeling it curve upwards along with his smirk. “I am not a child, Yukizome-san... and no one is eavesdropping. I’d like to hear your exact words without restriction. Surely that is not a violation of the rules...” He locked eyes with his teacher, enjoying how she tried to weasel her way out of his pestering.. “...Is it?”

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“Kukuku...” His laugh was more like the beginning sound to one choking than a laugh. His golden eyes gleamed. “Yes, there is such a stigma around the word seduction... truly unfortunate, as all words truly mean what you make of it. It truly is up to how one chooses to use it that shapes it. Yukizome-san, please tell me... what comes into your head when you hear the word seduction?” His tone got more husky, more demanding for her answer. 

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The folklorist was still caught in the moment. He was starved of affection of any and all sorts, and he couldn’t stop his giggling. The canine seemed to get more excited the louder he got, and he didn’t seem to be quieting down any time soon. 

It took him more than several moments for him to realize Nagisa was still there, his voice being the main thing that brought him back. Not to mention the fact that he had lost control of himself. His laughter died down, but Kai still was licking his upper cheeks and eyelids. 

“I...” A few more chuckles were due as he couldn’t bring himself to dampen the mood as much as he intended. His covered hands brushed threw his fur, and he could tell how groomed he was even though he didn’t touch him directly. Clearing his throat, he began to speak softly. 

“No, I’ve never... I simply think dogs are the kindest of creatures...”

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“I am most grateful...” He was acknowledging her holding the door open as well as taking time out of her day to hear him out. “You were listing the Greek Gods of love, were you not?” Pausing a moment for her confirmation, he continued speaking. “You seemed to forget Peitho, God of seduction, personification and persuasion... or perhaps you don’t count seduction as a part of love?”

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"Ah, Shinguuji-kun, Gonta has been meaning to ask something, will you be able to hear Gonta out?" His words, not holding their usual cheerfulness and excitement. Instead, the entomologist sounded worried, concerned about a certain matter that he felt only Shunguuji will be able capable of assisting with.

“But of course. I’d be more than willing to lend an ear to a classmate...” Shinguuji indicated the bug catcher to sit next to him. “Please, do take a seat. Perhaps you would like some tea? This is a very special blend. Have you ever tried rose hip tea? Ah, how rude of me, certainly an Entomologist such as yourself has tasted rose hip in the past...”