Tag: sennenryuu

Roleplay Habits: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10

Roleplaying Habits Questions

2. are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

[[ Probably not! Despite growing up with spanish and being a fluent speaker, I much prefer to read/write in English. ]]

4. how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

[[Thankfullly basically never because when I see people using purple prose/overly flowery writing, I just avoid them on principle.]]

6.do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

[[ Answered! ]]

8.how does tiredness affect your writing?

[[If I’m really really sleepy, most of the time the character will go with me. Unless something drastic happens to them, in which case their feelings will force me awake. ]]

10.how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?

[[I usually proof-read while I write. Since I type in the Academically taught way, I can tell when I make a mistake the moment I make it, and I usually backspace immediately to go fix it. Other errors will occasionally get in though, but it’s usually me completely replacing a word with another (hence me not noticing the error), and I will usually notice these post publishing when I’m re-reading the post. ]]

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

Headcanons List!! | Accepting

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

[[ If it’s someone he’s actually a significant other to– being very blunt! He might miss most innuendo, so it’s better to be direct about what one wants. This can be waived in modern situations since he’ll have a bit more social tact. ]]

SHIVER

sennenryuu:

He didn’t object to the idea; things are off to a good start. Chitose has one quick meeting to attend before she goes on her hour lunch break, so she apologizes again and asks him to wait in her office for the next fifteen minutes before excusing herself. The moment she leaves the sudden realization hits her like the Tokyo Metro that she basically left a total stranger in her office and has now become super self-conscious of the fact that she’s still not wearing any underwear.

Afterwards, they walk down three blocks to a quaint, little bistro and grab a table for two by the front window. She’s relieved to be back indoors, peeling off her coat, scarf, and gloves. The weather outside is dreary today, a forecast of grey skies and snowfall for the remainder of the day. Chitose takes her seat and orders a cup of coffee to start with, neatly draping her coat over her lap. She winces; there’s a very large, fresh bruise on her ass and hamstring. Uncertain of where it came from, she assumes at some point she fell down last night. How embarrassing. 

This whole time he hasn’t really said anything, which would normally make someone uncomfortable given the circumstances but it doesn’t necessarily bother her. She’s taken the time to examine him discreetly, his dark, handsome features, his formal mannerisms, the mysterious aura that he gives off. Having come from a wealthy background, she wouldn’t be surprised if he did, too. Not that that mattered of course.

Their coffee arrives. Chitose reaches for her cup to warm her hands but allows it to cool down before taking the first sip. 

❝   Uh–So,  ❞ I have very little memory of what happened last night. No, that’s…probably not the best thing to say…

❝   Why don’t you tell me about yourself?   ❞

He sits.

And he waits.

It does not look natural, either, with Itachi’s hands resting flat on his legs, only idly glancing now and then at something on the wall, or an item on her desk. His phone sits squarely in his pocket, and he could easily entertain himself, or at least call Shisui to tell him he’d made the exchange, and yet, he remains still for the duration of the time.

When she returns, he glances up, meets her eyes, and comes to a stand. It’s time to go. He follows her without much said, simply allowing her to take the lead completely. 

Her choice of seating is… public. More so than simply choosing an eatery that is generally available to the public. At least, that’s how he sees it. With the things they’ll likely be discussing, it doesn’t seem proper. Yet his thoughts are for naught since they aren’t voiced at all. Itachi simply tries to get comfortable, and declines ordering for now. Hadn’t…quite planned on lunch. 

The coffee as well will sadly go ignored. 

And then…there is the question. Chitose will see what a grand choice she made.

“I work.” The most basic, but truthful answer. “I’m an officer.” He adds, to specify his profession, if little else. The night before– well. He’d have completely regretted allowing his fellow officers to convince him of drinking, if it weren’t for the fact the woman before him was quite attractive. 

SHIVER

sennenryuu:

"You left your underwear at my home." Look, he can't maintain eye 
contact while saying it, but he was polite enough to bring them back.

For @uchihasavior | ITACHI

It was all coming back to her in bits and pieces throughout the day at work, the tension escalating at the hospital during this time of the year is something to be expected, but the delivery of ominous news to one of her patients is part of the job Chitose doesn’t believe she’ll ever get used to, so during after hours she decided to have one alcoholic drink too many at the bar three blocks away.

She remembers moving to the other side of the bar to avoid the stench of cigarette smoke from getting on her clothes. By then, she had ordered a couple of glasses of chardonnay and maybe a dirty martini or three, which was the cause of her undoing; you should never mix your drinks. Then, he arrived, this man now standing in her office while holding a pair of lacey, black panties, and to make this situation even more awkward, Chitose can’t recall his name. In fact, the rest after that is still a total blur. She woke up in his apartment that morning and quietly snuck out while he was sleeping. Apparently, she told him where she worked. Talk about a good memory.

❝   Uh–thank you,   ❞ Chitose replies, balling up the panties and shoves them in her desk drawer for now. Did he really come all this way to just deliver these?

❝   I’m sorry that I didn’t leave a note or something. I was going to be so late for work and–   ❞ She bursts into a halfhearted chuckle at the situation, running a hand through her wine-red hair.

❝   Listen, I have an hour break for lunch in fifteen minutes. Would you like to go somewhere and grab lunch together?   ❞

Only you would do something like this, Itachi. Shisui had chided him, after learning the news his best friend had planned to return the underwear his one-night-stand had left him.

This, ah, other fact, was even more difficult to believe. Itachi Uchiha, notoriously hard to get and seemingly interested in nothing else but his work. Had slept with someone. And not only that, but this woman had left in the morning. And left her underwear—expensive underwear.

Oh, and did he forget to mention Itachi was planning on returning them?

Were it anyone else, he’d have teased about Itachi being infatuated and needing an excuse to see the woman again. But his friend was incredibly procedural, and sought to simply return the item. It wasn’t his, so why hold onto it?

Late for work, was it—Itachi can  understand that excuse. He too, liked to arrive on a timely manner, maybe it’s what drew her to the woman in the first place. Chitose; this time he will remember the name.

“I suppose I can wait.” He was ahead in his projects and—this is the same as the night before, wasn’t it?

@sennenryuu

Only you would do
something like this, Itachi. Shisui had chided him, after learning the news
his best friend had planned to return the
underwear his one-night-stand had left him.

This, ah, other fact, was even more difficult to believe.
Itachi Uchiha, notoriously hard to get and seemingly interested in nothing else
but his work. Had slept with someone. And not only that, but this woman had
left in the morning. And left her underwear—expensive underwear.

Oh, and did he forget to mention Itachi was planning on
returning them?

Were it anyone else, he’d have teased about Itachi being infatuated
and needing an excuse to see the woman again. But his friend was incredibly
procedural, and sought to simply return the item. It wasn’t his, so why hold
onto it?

Late for work, was it—Itachi can  understand that excuse. He too, liked to
arrive on a timely manner, maybe it’s what drew her to the woman in the first
place. Chitose; this time he will remember the name.

“I suppose I can wait.” He was ahead in his projects and—this
is the same as the night before, wasn’t it?

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to leave early. The Black Steel Dragon isn’t the sort to get caught up in romance, but she’s still human. A night every twice in a blue moon she may couple with another stranger. “It’s no hard feelings. I assume that you know your way out?” She says, turning over onto her back with a content sigh. “You were quite good. It was nice while it lasted.”

Itachi supposes he’ll take the compliment, considering it was his first time bedding…anyone. He’d not be against seeing her again, but his experience in these matters and how they worked was clearly non-existent, and he’s always had a problem with communicating clearly to…other people. 

Most people, actually. Something Shisui teased him for. 

“I will find a way out.” He’s stuck with a reply to her latter statement, something akin to you, too, and maybe we’ll see each other again dying on his tongue. He certainly didn’t wake up in any pain, or utterly horrified. 

Later, he’ll take a count of the number of hickeys present on his body. Most of them are easy to hide, thankfully.

She shifts through the sheets and turns onto her stomach, a small smile emerges while resting her chin upon her hands. Uchiha Itachi. She’d judged him for an Uchiha before their night ended up here, but not the prodigal son of the clan’s leader. Not that it really matters in the first place. “A pleasure…” She hums, staring into his eyes. “You’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. Perhaps we can romp again soon, hm?”

There’s a bit of discomfort to be had with being eyed up, though in light of this situation, it doesn’t feel entirely unwelcome. It doesn’t help he can feel his eyes roaming again, from the sharp red of the hair, to her bare back. The blankets provide a halt to it.

“I should make my way out. I ah, I suppose.” No part of his life has ever prepared him for the process of romance, much less sexual matters. He’d always dedicated himself solely to his work and his goal– maybe it is that fierce dedication that left him weak in this matter. 

“ My name’s Chitose, by the way ”

The morning after starters…

A name, to put to a face and a body he’d likely be seeing more often. 

It wasn’t meant to be like this. 

Were things like hormones and virility really that difficult to ignore at this age? Seemingly so. He did not even return to the district, as the bed belongs to the woman’s.

Saves him from explaining it to his family. 

He’s yet to give her an answer in return. And it will not come for another few moments, as he has to sit up, blanket hanging loosely around his stomach, pushing back to press his back against the nearest surface.

“Itachi.” No getting around it. She might ask others. “Uchiha Itachi.”

What was the protocol for this…? Should he redress and make his way out…?