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ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote2016-12-13 02:35 am
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( IC INBOX / BUSINESS CARD )



WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ROHAN KISHIBE.

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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! ))
karappo: (filthy)

[personal profile] karappo 2017-04-15 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

o-oh...]


...really?
karappo: (I'm sorry I called your mother)

[personal profile] karappo 2017-04-16 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[...aaand he's asleep. Or, pretty much nearly there, it seems. Hissing while he snores...

Karamatsu's claws tippa-tap against the floor as he cautiously approaches Rohan's coils, looking his long body over. He'd be a filthy liar if he said he wasn't...hesitant, but didn't Rohan just say he'd protect him?

Even after everything he's been through, Karamatsu wants to believe that. He does believe it.

So he moves close enough to carefully lean himself up against Rohan's coils, only to find that he doesn't really want to sit directly on the cold hard floor and winds up sinking back into them instead. A little awkward, but now he's here and...mm.

It's not so bad. Maybe he can sleep for just a little while.]