( tatsuya wasn't one to create facts from imagination, nor was he one to weave tales, and come to estranged verdicts out of impressions alone. yet, somehow, he finds himself constantly wanting to come to a conclusion about others. especially, in a realm so far removed from his own.
especially, under the circumstances. it's... weird to think he'd be dwelling within a land so far removed from his blood. so far detached from his one link to his humanity and the only inkling of emotion he could feasibly feel. but—
regardless, tatsuya was an individual who flourished in adaptation. hence, it was only natural he fell into a pattern. into the usual drudgery of whatever actions needed to be taken. whatever precautions needed to be set out against. in this case, it was ... filling out an ice breaker for a new position in hell (or any other au idk help me)?? um??
there were questions jotted down on the paper. all seemingly innocuous? maybe this is even someone's idea of a prank. still. they're expected to finish it. filling each numbered line out; all about the person they've been fatefully paired with. the first of the set is written clearly: ) "What is your ideal type?" ( tatsuya reads it without hiccup. without indication of shame or abashment... actually, he looks damn deadpan. but, at least he's...
straightforward and direct?? come on, h-neun... provide the details??? )
( h-neun doesn't even have to pick up his paper to come to the conclusion that, whatever this is … is complete and absolute bs?? it doesn't help that their surroundings are reminiscent of an interrogation room, with no officer or anything alike to speak of; unless brimstone's trying to create their very own iteration of oksatan, there has to be some kind of point he's missing here.
(never mind that being around tatsuya is like some kind of eternal interrogation in of itself, but he digresses. to an extent, he's used to it.)
either way, h-neun's not going to be difficult if there's no point to— if anything, he'd rather fly under the radar. so …
he stares at tatsuya intensely. following a beat, )
Restricting yourself to one type gets pretty boring. ( in contrast to his demeanour just seconds ago, his answer his flippant, flourished with a light hum. he leans back— laces his hands behind his head to form a rest, and attempts to make himself as cozy as possible on what's probably a dollar store chair.
he figures they're going to be here for a while … and, just as that thought crosses his mind, there goes the sound of their sole exit being locked. fun times. )
I'd say serious types are the most fun to mess around with, though. ( might as well try and make this interesting?? ) Haha, the faces they make when they lose their cool isn't bad at all. ♪ ( he definitely has someone … or a few someones in mind when he says this, widespread grin in place. closing one eye while keeping one trained on his company, )
You didn't need to lock me up to ask me these things if you were interested, you know?
( straightforward and direct … right back at chu. )
he can't say he has the working familiarity with these breeds of individuals. it isn't like he isn't accustomed to comprehending the common level of thirst for other males breaching his general age range, but... still?? h-neun?? regardless, he listens "respectfully." almost dutifully, as he even jots down the specifics, writing h-neun's words down to a tee and without hiccup. almost robotic.
actually, it doesn't seem like there are much criticisms on his end, despite considering this behaviour unbecoming. or was unimaginable a better word? but, emotional constitutions aside: ) I see. ( he closes his eyes. ) I've noted both your concept of not being fond of being "tied down," as well as your personal preference for "serious types."
( he then, looks back at h-neun. ) Lock you up? ( this gets a brief exhale of humor from him. ) It seems you've misunderstood me. I would hardly resort to such brash methods. ( is that a curve of his lips? ) I prefer things a bit less convoluted. ( is this an off-handed joke or??? ) But, to answer the same question.
( miyuki comes to mind instinctively, but. ) I suppose I also can't be restricted to one type. ( or more like he's been purposely crafted into the purpose of being a "magician," and clearly has no room for the concept of romance, or even the fleeting sensations of affection. but, hey. to each their own??? )
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especially, under the circumstances. it's... weird to think he'd be dwelling within a land so far removed from his blood. so far detached from his one link to his humanity and the only inkling of emotion he could feasibly feel. but—
regardless, tatsuya was an individual who flourished in adaptation. hence, it was only natural he fell into a pattern. into the usual drudgery of whatever actions needed to be taken. whatever precautions needed to be set out against. in this case, it was ... filling out an ice breaker for a new position in hell (or any other au idk help me)?? um??
there were questions jotted down on the paper. all seemingly innocuous? maybe this is even someone's idea of a prank. still. they're expected to finish it. filling each numbered line out; all about the person they've been fatefully paired with. the first of the set is written clearly: ) "What is your ideal type?" ( tatsuya reads it without hiccup. without indication of shame or abashment... actually, he looks damn deadpan. but, at least he's...
straightforward and direct?? come on, h-neun... provide the details??? )
no subject
(never mind that being around tatsuya is like some kind of eternal interrogation in of itself, but he digresses. to an extent, he's used to it.)
either way, h-neun's not going to be difficult if there's no point to— if anything, he'd rather fly under the radar. so …
he stares at tatsuya intensely. following a beat, )
Restricting yourself to one type gets pretty boring. ( in contrast to his demeanour just seconds ago, his answer his flippant, flourished with a light hum. he leans back— laces his hands behind his head to form a rest, and attempts to make himself as cozy as possible on what's probably a dollar store chair.
he figures they're going to be here for a while … and, just as that thought crosses his mind, there goes the sound of their sole exit being locked. fun times. )
I'd say serious types are the most fun to mess around with, though. ( might as well try and make this interesting?? ) Haha, the faces they make when they lose their cool isn't bad at all. ♪ ( he definitely has someone … or a few someones in mind when he says this, widespread grin in place. closing one eye while keeping one trained on his company, )
You didn't need to lock me up to ask me these things if you were interested, you know?
( straightforward and direct … right back at chu. )
no subject
he can't say he has the working familiarity with these breeds of individuals. it isn't like he isn't accustomed to comprehending the common level of thirst for other males breaching his general age range, but... still?? h-neun?? regardless, he listens "respectfully." almost dutifully, as he even jots down the specifics, writing h-neun's words down to a tee and without hiccup. almost robotic.
actually, it doesn't seem like there are much criticisms on his end, despite considering this behaviour unbecoming. or was unimaginable a better word? but, emotional constitutions aside: ) I see. ( he closes his eyes. ) I've noted both your concept of not being fond of being "tied down," as well as your personal preference for "serious types."
( he then, looks back at h-neun. ) Lock you up? ( this gets a brief exhale of humor from him. ) It seems you've misunderstood me. I would hardly resort to such brash methods. ( is that a curve of his lips? ) I prefer things a bit less convoluted. ( is this an off-handed joke or??? ) But, to answer the same question.
( miyuki comes to mind instinctively, but. ) I suppose I also can't be restricted to one type. ( or more like he's been purposely crafted into the purpose of being a "magician," and clearly has no room for the concept of romance, or even the fleeting sensations of affection. but, hey. to each their own??? )