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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[manuscripture]

[ Oh, she's going to play that is she? ]

Wanting it might not entitle me to it but there is nothing that can stop me from doing it. [ The titter of laughter he lets out is punctuated by a haughty wiggle of his shoulders. ]

Your book would be incredible, Miss Hiiragi. There are so many things you aren't telling me. But look at everything I have gathered from just speaking to you like this. I know about your hobbies, your friends, your childish romantic exploits, your card game. [ One more loving stroke of a brush paints an impish little smile upon her lips. ] Your death.

All of these things fuel my artwork. They are real. They make you feel things. They enhance the beauty of a subject such as yourself.

You made it this way.

[operadiance]

You think that makes you clever?

[ She rises to her feet in a slow, controlled motion — the acrid smell of snake skin starting to char against her thighs means it's that or set the couch ablaze, and she won't give him that satisfaction. ]

You asked questions, and I gave you answers — and you're preening over that? A conversation? How pathetic are you that this is an accomplishment? Needing magic powers just to learn what someone else is thinking — because you're too lonely and incompetent to make a real, human connection on your own?

It's no wonder art's all you have — a flat personality like yours only works in two dimensions.

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Is that supposed to hurt me?

[ PRETTY FUNNY, YUZU. ]

Do you think I give a shit about what people think of me? [ Try as she might, her insults aren't going to do anything. They are not anything he has not already heard before.

She's just starting to melt the couch. People don't usually melt his couch when he makes them Upset. Fire should NOT be present in the house again. He watches her get up, having stopped everything he is doing. ]

If you want to hurt my feelings, try something I haven't heard before. A word of advice: You're not going to succeed.

Are you going to walk out on me now?

[ yuzu das rude ]

[operadiance]

Of course not. I can't damage something that doesn't exist, can I?

[ Her stance widens — smoke rises from the floor where the one foot rested. It's taking most of her self-control to keep herself from immolating right there, so her words are too sharp, cutting against her teeth. ]

You say there's nothing to stop you, but it's only because you don't have the strength of will or human decency to stay your own hand, isn't it? In that case, you don't deserve anyone else to stay theirs.

[ Yuzu keeps her eyes on Rohan's face, gaze unwavering, and she holds position for a silent second, two, three — just enough to pass the length of impulse, her tail swaying behind her to keep time. Without turning her head, she flicks her right hand to the side, a snap and bloom of heat as a fireball slams into his hanging curtains, blooming in explosive oranges and searing reds. ]

You think you know enough about me to finish, so I don't need to stay any longer — you can text me when you're done.

[ Only then does she turn towards the door, right hand mimicking the flame-throwing gesture to toss back only a departing wave. ]

Bye.