(Indie RP blog for Iwamine Shuu of Hatoful Boyfriend. Images do not belong to me. Will RP with anyone!)
Man I always feel so tired lately. Well, it’s cause of work but uh—you guys know the drill, yeah? Sorry for being inactive in some places but I’ll do my best to keep up with my threads and stuff.
“Is that so…? I wasn’t aware I was being diagnosed…”
“Any observant bird could see it, Nanaki. You have not fooled me since you stepped foot into St. PigeoNation’s.”
“Hmmm…? Did you say something, Iwamine…?”
“I said, ‘go home.’ You are narcoleptic, not deaf. In fact, you aren’t truly that either.”
“Mmhm… it’s such a nice night, and I’m not tired at all….”
“Then go home.”
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can’t be taken in haste—I was listening to Pretty Women this morning and I just… I needed to draw this. I’m not sure if it’s been done before (probably has) but I just WANTED this. Ah there are so many choice lines and songs I’d love to hear Shuu sing.
How they make a man sing…
Madness? What a way to jump from her sleeping schedule and sedatives. The left side of Ryoko’s lips curved upwards and a giggle echoed out from deep within her chest. Shuu did seem to have a fondness for bringing up the most interesting of subjects. Either he was showering her with compliments once more or was hinting at something. Judging from what she could see from his tone and body language, the second case was much likelier.
More than ever, she was tempted to skip all the song and dance, and simply scan his metabolic processes for an idea of what the man was thinking. While she’d be able to see flashes of brain activity and neurons swirling about, Ryoko wouldn’t be able to know his exact intent. She could still gauge it though.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut… that would be a very improper thing to do to such a close acquaintance. Maybe I should add in a hint of my own. Just to see his reaction~!
With her hands now hidden behind her back, Ryoko said, “Thank you, thank you… But are you implying that I possess genius? Now I know that you’re just trying to make me blush! I’ve never thought of myself as possessing anything noteworthy that I can brag about.” She bobbed back and forth on her heels now. “I don’t see myself going mad any time, Mr. Iwamine. I’m too smart to be hindered by anything trivial like insanity. But then again, maybe I’m already mad. I’ve been called that by a few friends of mine, ha ha. Probably because I always tend to approach certain situations differently. Some things always call for a woman’s touch, wouldn’t you say?”
She kept on bobbing back and forth on her feet at a steady pace. “I think that I would still accept some sedatives from you if you happened to have any. Hmmmhmmm. Funny thing about mad people, by the way… sometimes they don’t see things for what they really are until it’s much too late.”
It was truly thrilling how alike they seemed to be. Oh how he’d enjoy taking a peek into the thought processes behind that gentle smile of hers. Gentle and coy, and quite dangerous in its own right. Genius had a way of twisting innocence into some sort of hidden threat, and that felt much like the case with Asakura. She could lay any trap and countless could fall right into it so very easily. What an envious little quality this girl possessed.
She did not infuriate him with her personality. She was not a bother. In fact, it was rather strange how he had taken a sort of shine to her company, which was a testament to how dangerous she could truly be. And yet, so enticing; just as Shuu operated in much the same way. To lure and catch prey with intrigue, and to slowly devour them, taking care to squeeze every bit of usefulness that their body could provide. He wondered, then, if Asakura was the same way? She warranted more observation, if only to feed his insatiable hunger for knowledge.
“Funny, indeed…” He mused softly as he watched her bob back and forth. “In which case, I must be mad, too.” For the hand in his pocket clutched the very bottle of potent sedatives that he mentioned before. “Or a genius, if that sounds more pleasant. Though in my opinion, madness and genius carry the same weight. They also tend to carry negative connotations, though I don’t believe them to be inherently ‘bad.’ However, your ‘woman’s touch’—as you call it—seems much more misleading and yet so worthy of observation.” His lips curled upward as he mulled over the thought.
“All the same,” he continued, not wanting to linger on that topic for too long. “Should you ever need some assistance in getting to sleep, you’re more than welcome to stop by the infirmary. I’ll prescribe the right sedatives for your purposes. I’m sure that you will be responsible with them, won’t you, Miss Asakura?”
“I feel particularly… social, today.”
Hilda dropped her arms at the mention of flight. She instantly regretted it, as she did not want to already give away her interest- and she hoped that this doctor was too distracted in his musings on flight to have noticed. Hilda swallowed and cleared her throat.
“Dr. Shuu, then. As it is clear you’ve come very far, and from a land quite foreign to this one, I will give you pardon for your ignorance… But it is usually a punishable offense to enter these gardens uninvited. If you truly seek my mercy, then you will demonstrate your flight on your way out of this place.” She frowned to herself, as his compliance would mean a loss of an opportunity to learn more about how he managed flight, but it was the sensible command to make.
The faintest flicker of annoyance passed over his features as she addressed him incorrectly. Though it was not uncommon for most foreigners to go by the standard surname format, it still irked him. However, he chose not to show that annoyance for too long, for the first impression to someone of authority was important. And how many times was it said that his constant state of being was suspicious? He flashed a smile instead, although it possessed undertones of danger that did nothing to pull away his suspicious demeanor.
“Doctor Iwamine,” he corrected gently. “Or just Doctor, if you would prefer. And though I do wish for mercy, I do not know from who I am asking it of. As for demonstrating flight, that might not be possible. You see, I can only do so for short distances. My wings are not fit for prolonged flight.” He held his hands behind his back politely as he studied her face, his own eyes reflecting strange auspiciousness. Gentle, gentle. His tone was low, languid as it slipped from his lips, almost cooing. “I hope that I do not inconvenience you.”
