[ He's got all the stupid props one could ask for, having stuffed the extra bedroom's closet with all of his costumes. He goes to dig around in the supplies, tossing ideas over his shoulder willy nilly and only sometimes landing them on the bed.
[She floats behind him quietly, watching as he digs through his collection of various outfits and props. The officer hat is a Choice but hey, it's his vision. She's just the photographer.]
[ Still humming to himself tunelessly, he moves over to a dresser filled with other shit. He claims he has a spare bedroom in case Kiryu needs it, but does he really... Handcuffs. He twirls one band around his finger jauntily.
He goes over to the bed, sitting on the side near the window. The handcuffs get dangled on one finger and his smile is sly, sharklike. ]
Don't get t'use the handcuffs enough...
[ He says this like there is anyone other than Kiryu he wants to put them on. The doofus. ]
[ A pause. He does have them. He likes woman who petite but dignified, strong on the inside even if the world has hurt them and usually it has. He doesn't like a weak woman, but he does like a woman who can take solace in his protection, get a little rest for herself knowing that he's there. He likes men who are upright and honorable in the grey morass that is yakuza life. Strong bodies and strong ideals. Two sides of the same coin really, a feminine and masculine version of the same inner strength and personal honor. ]
Slutty, preferably.
[ An obnoxious grin. He puts himself belly down on the bed with his ankles crossed, smiling at her with his chin in his hands. ]
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[At least she thinks she does!]
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[ He's in a good mood, he will praise her to the sun and back he does not give a fuuuck. ]
Innate talents.
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[Yeah, yeah...praise her! She loves it. She snaps a few more shots.]
Any other requests?
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[ He's got all the stupid props one could ask for, having stuffed the extra bedroom's closet with all of his costumes. He goes to dig around in the supplies, tossing ideas over his shoulder willy nilly and only sometimes landing them on the bed.
Up first is the Officer Majima hat. ]
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Any props or just the hat?
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He goes over to the bed, sitting on the side near the window. The handcuffs get dangled on one finger and his smile is sly, sharklike. ]
Don't get t'use the handcuffs enough...
[ He says this like there is anyone other than Kiryu he wants to put them on. The doofus. ]
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[She throws him a raised brow, casting her gaze from the handcuffs to his face.]
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Lil more back in Tokyo.
[ Around here he has a hard time finding people who want to play as roughly as he does, it is exasperating. ]
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[Not her though. She waves a hand at him.]
Ready to pose?
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[ So many teenage super heroes, man. He dips back into that ridiculous flash dance pose. ]
Hit me.
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[She doesn't know honestly. Snap. Snap.]
There we go.
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Slutty, preferably.
[ An obnoxious grin. He puts himself belly down on the bed with his ankles crossed, smiling at her with his chin in his hands. ]
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Are you calling me a slut?
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[ And it is a crown he will happily wear, thanks. ]
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[She has class okay!]
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[ He flaps a gloved hand dismissively. ]
Good in th'sack an' ain't afraid t'fuck it out? Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
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