"Well, this is the place," you sigh, bracing yourself for what you are about to do; hopefully for what you are about to do. That prospect seems to slip further and further away with each minute you waste staring at the wooden, sliding door in front of you. It is draining some of your strength faster than any combat encounter you ever had displeasure of partaking in, with you still questioning how Komari and the twins convinced you to offer yourself to a mungy fox. Yet realizing that this shilly-shally is getting you nowhere, you simply murmur; "Come on, put yourself together. He is just some guy, no different from the rest!"
And with that little bit of inner pep talk, you open the door in front of you to welcome yourself in. For of course the person inside would not offer you such courtesy even in the most ideal of circumstances – and these ones are anything but.
For is just as you were informed: in the brightly lit room, filled with paperwork and all kinds of samurai memorabilia, lies Nakano. Just across his table, like usual. Gawking at you, like usual. His state, quite unusual.
"Oh, it's you…" That voice… That low, familiar voice awaits you like it is any day of the week. One that is equal parts prim and proper yet at same time confrontational and condescending. Those contrasting feelings of unbridled relief and expanding tension latch onto your back, forcing you to quickly sit your ass down from the woozy ness they bring. An action that lands you on the same eye level as the curled up foxboy covered in sweat, much to his annoyance. "I am sorry but this is not a good time for unplanned visits. Mind leaving?"
"Heh…" You chuckle, letting out a little sight from the strange comfort you find at his passive-aggressive remarks. "No."
"I am not asking," Nakano reiterates, his half-closed eyelids focusing on you with enough intensity to melt glacier ice; alas, not enough to make you quit.
"And I am not budging," you hum. "But hey if you want me gone, lift yourself up and 'lead me' out like a proper gentleman. Or are you too preoccupied with panting like a rut-stricken dog even for a courteous goodbye?"
"Why y-you…" He groans, his maw expanding into a shape that is all but ready to give you verbal thrashing you will never forget, until he just stops. "Nghhh…"
"I guess that answers that," you smile, moving in closer to get a better look at the drowned soldier-boy.
It's weird seeing the proud Nakano in a state that can be best described as… vulnerable. While he is still wearing his usual samurai garb, the way he carries them inspires less of an image of a noble general and more so of that of a wounded warrior grunt awaiting death. And considering that he is looking at you like you are an enemy that just came to finish the job, it is the state in which he very much does not want to be seen.
Yet you continue to stare, for, frankly, it is just adorable how he is still putting on the tough boyt act. How even in his compromised state, he would still rather kiss the ground below than ask you for any kind of assistance. If you did not know him so well, you would find it kind of annoying how he treats you like the lowest of the scum, but at this point, this is just part of your weekly routine. Though you have a feeling that it is about the change.
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Notes: Hi there! I am once more boy crazy moos, which leads me to finally do something about Nakano once more! This is what like a third pick that is focused on this foxy thunder, and first one I will hopefully finish!
Me, obsessed? Pffff, no!
And with that little bit of inner pep talk, you open the door in front of you to welcome yourself in. For of course the person inside would not offer you such courtesy even in the most ideal of circumstances – and these ones are anything but.
For is just as you were informed: in the brightly lit room, filled with paperwork and all kinds of samurai memorabilia, lies Nakano. Just across his table, like usual. Gawking at you, like usual. His state, quite unusual.
"Oh, it's you…" That voice… That low, familiar voice awaits you like it is any day of the week. One that is equal parts prim and proper yet at same time confrontational and condescending. Those contrasting feelings of unbridled relief and expanding tension latch onto your back, forcing you to quickly sit your ass down from the woozy ness they bring. An action that lands you on the same eye level as the curled up foxboy covered in sweat, much to his annoyance. "I am sorry but this is not a good time for unplanned visits. Mind leaving?"
"Heh…" You chuckle, letting out a little sight from the strange comfort you find at his passive-aggressive remarks. "No."
"I am not asking," Nakano reiterates, his half-closed eyelids focusing on you with enough intensity to melt glacier ice; alas, not enough to make you quit.
"And I am not budging," you hum. "But hey if you want me gone, lift yourself up and 'lead me' out like a proper gentleman. Or are you too preoccupied with panting like a rut-stricken dog even for a courteous goodbye?"
"Why y-you…" He groans, his maw expanding into a shape that is all but ready to give you verbal thrashing you will never forget, until he just stops. "Nghhh…"
"I guess that answers that," you smile, moving in closer to get a better look at the drowned soldier-boy.
It's weird seeing the proud Nakano in a state that can be best described as… vulnerable. While he is still wearing his usual samurai garb, the way he carries them inspires less of an image of a noble general and more so of that of a wounded warrior grunt awaiting death. And considering that he is looking at you like you are an enemy that just came to finish the job, it is the state in which he very much does not want to be seen.
Yet you continue to stare, for, frankly, it is just adorable how he is still putting on the tough boyt act. How even in his compromised state, he would still rather kiss the ground below than ask you for any kind of assistance. If you did not know him so well, you would find it kind of annoying how he treats you like the lowest of the scum, but at this point, this is just part of your weekly routine. Though you have a feeling that it is about the change.
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Notes: Hi there! I am once more boy crazy moos, which leads me to finally do something about Nakano once more! This is what like a third pick that is focused on this foxy thunder, and first one I will hopefully finish!
Me, obsessed? Pffff, no!
