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His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.

My Future Plans

Surviving?

My Talents

Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Meat.

My Ideal Partner

Someone skilled at training dogs.

Height 169cm / ~5’7 Body Type fine Smokes apparently Drinks i think so Drugs maybe Sign ? Education laughable Occupation unemployed Income unpaid Children none? Pets he is one Hobbies cooking

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

“WHAT'S A MIME”

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

NEITHER

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE

.05 TITS OR ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Personality Type
ISFP-A

ENERGY73%
introverted
MIND76%
observant
NATURE66%
feeling
TACTICS54%
prospecting
IDENTITY75%
assertive

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( The last thing Esikko remembers, he was sipping at his tea and entertaining himself at the market. Demanding Kirma buy him an assortment of tulips in a variety of colors, slowly feeling sleepier by the moment...

Until finally, there was nothing. They'd been sitting somewhere, and he was so comfortable, shockingly, that it happened. He's not usually able to fall asleep so easily, so it was like a dream come true.

But now, waking in this nicer bed, blinking blearily to find himself completely clothed and undisturbed other than being relocated, he can't help but feel... annoyed. )

Kirma?

( He stirs, shifting to push himself upright and squint across the room. There's got to be the sign of a fluffy tail or ears somewhere, and he's searching it out now, frowning and occasionally distracted by his own body. Clothed. Untouched.

What, is he not tempting? Is he not good enough? )

Did you carry me here and leave me?

( call him an NPC guest the way he eats the food at roost without complaint. it goes above and beyond merely ordering it; half-eaten or, worse, rejected plates get a bit of hovering and pointed gazing until the plate is gently pushed in his direction. old habits die hard, after all. the point of a casino is to gamble, and kirma prefers to play things as safely as possible.

what manages to draw him away from this is a passing scent: one as medicinal as it is unpleasant. more importantly, it’s familiar— but the person he sees when he whips around to look is not.

...

well, maybe? while he’s not familiar with miss kuromine misa, he squints at her all the same, trying to determine the connection with what he does know. one ear twists to the side as he considers. it’d be too easy to ask something like, have we met, so he opts for the next best option: )

... Fleas?

( not really a question, but okay. good enough. )

( let’s set the scene, shall we. kirma still has yet to make any of the intended customizations to his suite; glitz and gold are the theme of the room, gaudy and liable to sear the eyes. housekeeping has made good on keeping things sparkling, mostly against his will. though he often leaves the do not disturb sign on the door, it has a habit of vanishing and reappearing in a drawer. infuriating— as most things are, here.

this does not mean the room is devoid of personal touch, however. the bathroom doorknob is replaced now, but is off-kilter, set at an angle surely different from the one it was manufactured with. half the bathtub sits in the open, directly facing the main door of the suite, balanced on top of a dragged-over end table to create a makeshift shrine. under the tub’s porcelain roof sits a dish full of chips, a small statuette of a peacock, and an empty incense holder; flowers from the garden surround the offering area, some more wilted than others. a small hammer and makeshift chisel can go a long way, in a place like this.

kirma himself is puttering around the kitchenette area, muttering to himself in a sour mood. one of the main reasons he’s so at odds with the cleaners is how they put things away— nothing like he would do himself— half the time they’re things that don’t even need to be stored, so why… the shuffling and rearranging preoccupy him so that he doesn’t notice esi’s entrance, at first, aided by the remote he has turned into a doorstop. spirits can’t visit a shrine they can’t get to, after all.

his ignorance doesn’t last long, as his ears twitch up at the sound of footsteps a little too close to be from the hall. kirma whirls around with a whisk in hand, as if to defend himself with it, but instantly relaxes at the sight of someone familiar. )

Since you have the hands to do so, can’t you knock next time?

( the door’s not open for you… he can’t actually be too mad, though, with the way his tail wags at the sight of his. uh. hmm. not friend, certainly not anything else ending in -friend, but not a mere acquaintance. ah, it doesn’t matter— he’s not going to waste his time mulling over words. )

I thought you found a different bathroom to use.

My friend! How are you doing? Grown any extra pair of ears?

( a continuation of this so we spare rin's inbox

so while that's happening, and aventurine is making his own plans with rin and watching how the post goes, maybe it's about time he addresses, you know, the extra stuff in kirma's room. broken bathtub aside, last time he was here there certainly wasn't an extra pair of clothes.

he can recognize the signs of a new person in someone's room with too much ease. a lot of it doesn't seem what kirma would get, or do, or bother to clean. so: ) I've been meaning to ask, but did someone move into your room?

( submitting a request to the house was a little more trouble than he had liked— he’d had to go through reception, rather than the watches, and the pitying smiles of the staff were almost enough to make him turn right around. as promised, however, the journal showed up not long after. it would be difficult for the rewards to be motivating if they didn’t pay out, he supposes; waking up to it on his bedside table was still worth a bit of surprise.

a more prudent person might consider this a bargaining chip, or a way to get a favor, a promise. kirma lacks the capacity for manipulation— of this sort, anyway— and thus his first course of action is simple: find esi, wherever he may be. he checks his suite first, and while he is utterly unsurprised to find him absent, the trail is too thin and diluted to find his path easily from there. great.

cue an hours-long scouring of the resort. it’s a little annoying— as his bodyguard, shouldn’t he be informed of his movements? at the same time… it isn’t like they’re in so much danger that it’s a risk not to know. (still, a complaint to shelve for later.) in the end, he manages to track the errant prince down to his least favorite place in the resort thus far. roost.

that, too, figures. no good deed goes unpunished, right? he slinks into the bar with his head down, scanning the lounge through furtive glances and shying away from so much as brushing shoulders with another patron. it helps, perhaps, that things are far less busy than they had been during j’s invitation. it does not help enough.

when kirma finally comes to esi at the card tables, he does not approach fully. nor does he say anything. no; rather than any reasonable greeting, he stands directly behind him, doing his best to stare a hole in the back of his head. notice him. turn around. your dog is waiting. hello. )

[It's April. Tohsaka has mostly stayed to her room to avoid any... "exciting changes" to the resort this month. However with her little public post she's found more people are wanting to see her in person. Which is... fine, actually? She doesn't prefer socializing, but networking in order to get supplies or find herself someone willing to let her use their tools is important. However she wants everything to be transactional. She hates the idea of being in someone else's debt, but revels in the thought of someone owing her.

Rin's day starts late, as usual. It's sometime close to noon when she arrives at the Rank 9 floor. Her hair pulled up and out of the way in a high, tight, and neat ponytail. Not a single strand out of place. Her top is a short sleeved button-down blouse, her bottoms are high waisted shorts, and she wears thigh high socks to cover her legs while still letting their shape show. In all honesty? She doesn't look like the type of person who has come to "fold someone in half". With her she has a bag of supplies for what she'll use the kitchen for.

Curiously Tohsaka walks down the halls of the floor. He said he'd leave the door open, right? Did he mean that literally? If it is ajar she'll peek her head in. If not she'll simply wander aimlessly. Though if she gets close enough for him to smell, he'll notice something distinct about her.]

Kirmaaaaa

( after that paw print--it's not like he doesn't know. fucking dog made the whole room rattle, nearly broke his favorite glass out of his hand in surprise. not enough balls to break the door down itself, but a warning is a warning. for being helpful? geez.

but hey, neighbors should be friendly, right? he isn't aware of anyone else on this wing of the floor of ten suites, after all, and it's so helpful that the little track of dirt and smudging leads him to the door directly across from his. cute. this resort really likes fucking with the worst people--

but neighbors. yes. friendly, sure. there's a knock at kirma's door, though once he opens it, there will be no one there: instead, right in front of the frame on the floor, is a glass measuring cup, marked all the way up to four cups, and a small notecard, folded in half. he's tried to make his writing as neat and even as possible--so that the dumb bastard can maybe at least try scanning the text into his watch to have it read to him. )

hiya, neighbor.

can i borrow a cup of sugar? you can leave it at my door.

xoxo

( Guess who has finally unblocked him... again. )

I looked into the resort a bit the other night. Are you aware of just how many of these guests are actually spirits?

( really, he shouldn't have gone along with it, because now?

now there's another request, a day or two later. this time, he doesn't even bother knocking; dogboy can trip over it as he goes to leave, the next time he decides to do so. the note is on the same kind of paper, but this time, it's an empty wine bottle that sits on the threshold, uncorked and dry. the label's been peeled from the front, so there's no telling the kind it had been. )

hiya, neighbor.

can i borrow a bottle of wine? you can leave it at my door.

xoxo

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You are alive, aren't you?

what do you think is the worst thing you could ever experience?

your worst nightmare. the kind of thing that would make you want to cut yourself just to see if you'd wake up. the kind of thing that would drive you crazy.

what would it be? here, or back home, or anywhere in between.

( ideally, aventurine would have ventured forth entirely by himself, as he's wont to do when he would rather - keep people safe entirely, either from actual danger or himself. but figures, due to past... incidents... that kirma wouldn't want him to be alone, especially not all the way down to the maintenance levels where aventurine had heard word-of-mouth that something unusual had been happening there lately.

he had only then agreed because if nothing else, the preservation would keep him safe.

sure enough, the closer they become of even the basement floor, there's whispers travelling through the halls that he knows hadn't been there before. beckoning them to come closer, a siren call built on the curiosity of humans, the desire to know. even aventurine himself might fall victim to it, though reckless with his life as he's known to be, at least he would be sure to always have a back-up plan. this here is no exception either, lest he endangers a life never meant to be hurt.

he makes sure kirma is always within his sight, the louder the voices get, the closer they are to their source. it leads down many hallways until there's an unusual light, a door open, and when aventurine peeks to see what lies inside, there's - not much of anything. the voices are the most eager they have been, however, to lead them inside. )

Well. I will say, I've never seen a trap more obvious.

( and again, ideally, he would walk in by himself, moved by curiosity and faith in his luck, that he could come out of it alive. but this far along, when they had promised to walk together... aventurine crosses his arms, and looks at kirma. he's no longer alone in his decisions. )

What do you want to do?

( because now that aventurine has money again he's going to shower kirma in gifts and i think it's cute to keep track of these. everyone else please look away thank you )

Hey, uhhhh... Quick question. About the painting stuff.

Has your face ever been a little more... wolfy?

[ Because he doesn't actually yet know that Kirma can't read... ]

Out of curiosity, have you seen the announcement about the Halloween party?
It brought a particular conversation of ours to mind

So how did you manage it, anyway? Becoming official.

( Esikko hears that Kirma is still "recovering from a near-death experience!" in the clinic, and so he drops a gift off to the nurses there to give when he wakes up. One thing is... a hair brush. Pointed. But the other is a portable burner for cooking, since he knows he's not going to have a kitchen if he wakes up.

When he wakes up, right?

There's also a note, crumpled and shoved in there like he wants it not to be noticed: What's taking you so long? Wake up.

Not that Kirma can read, anyway. )

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( sorry kirma. it's a bunch of different pictures of household goods of all kinds, but the catch is that they all come in matching pairs. if they all look particularly expensive, don't worry about it. )

I have been thinking about decorating our suite more.
Never really done this kind of thing before, so give me your feedback~
Anything you like? Anything you want?

( you have 10 minutes before he buys everything btw )

Excusez-moi?
Sorry, monsieur.
I hope it isn't too much to ask if you were not opposed to meeting up...?
I think-
I think I've grown confident to meet people proper and I remember you being so kind.

It isn't too late, is it?

Helloooooo! Why is it dogboy if the features are a wolf? Anyway, Ikko said to ask you about the list of complaints or insults or mean things you'd have to say about him so I'm doing that! Also I would like to know which features are wolflike. Do your eyes see wolf colors or people colors? I mean I suppose not even all people see the same colors so how does anyone know? My blue could be Sena's green and I'd never know.

[ There's no introduction before he starts rambling in this message largely because saying hello was about all Leo remembered to do before he asked what he meant to and then promptly distracted himself. ]

( At his door this morning, Kirma gets a gift!

Well. One man's trash is another man's... ?

It's a bunch of scraps from his various attempts at making chocolates for others. Some of the scraps are failed flower petals (insanely spicy, colored red and yellow, leave stains on your fingers and don't even taste good beyond the spice), some are... explosion emojis? (overly sweet with the worst texture, somehow each one is different), a random blob of burnt(?) strawberry jam, strange warped music notes (they're somehow stale tasting...), and various other unshaped chocolate shavings and bits. These are all just shoved into a plastic shopping bag with a note stapled on.

Here. Happy Valentine's or whatever it's called. - Esi

En...joy? )

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