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My Self-Summary

Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.

Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.

My Future Plans

Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.

My Talents

Determination and adaptability.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.

My Ideal Partner

What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.

…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.

Height 5’5” / 165 cm Body Type SLENDER Smokes INFREQUENTLY Drinks INFREQUENTLY Drugs NO Sign Libra Education PARTIAL HIGH SCHOOL, TUTORED, PRACTICAL Occupation None Presently Income None Presently Children NO Pets NO Hobbies Learning new things

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

…Neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…

.05 TITS OR ASS

Depends

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Either

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both have their place, I think…

Personality Type
INTJ-T

ENERGY91%
introverted
MIND62%
intuitive
NATURE73%
thinking
TACTICS56%
judging
IDENTITY85%
turbulent

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Maybe it's not an issue for you, and I definitely respect that, but it still feels wrong for me to not go through, or at least attempt the proper steps?

I guess I just have it stuck in my head that I should at least take someone out on a date before committing to something like that. But if it's awkwars for you to do that, then we can also just move past it as well?

Whatever you'd be most comfortable with.

( a brief pause. )

I suppose I'm just not very familiar with what would be considered "the proper steps."

But I don't have any problem with trying.

( sure, he'd played at "dates" with clients, fabricating a sort of faux relationship to suit whatever fantasy they wanted, but, well... this would be the first real one he'd ever been taken on. that does make him a little apprehensive, but isn't it crazy to be more worried about the date than the sex? )

Well... why don't we try a date first, then? And if it's not your thing, we can just stop it?

[ Either to move on to the next step or call it quits entirely. ]

Honestly, before coming here I wasn't even really concerned with sex as a whole.

But I guess my life just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Sure. What kind of date would you propose, then?

I suppose all of the fighting with angels and demons wouldn't leave a lot of time for something like that.

( makoto's interactions with demons had gone in a very different direction... )

Dinner and a movie, maybe? Though I don't know if the kinds of movies here are going to be any good, honestly.

[ He has a feeling it's going to mostly be gratuitous porn. ]

( that's probably true, tbh... )

How traditional of you.

( he hasn't texted enough to know how tone doesn't always translate, but he does mean this in an amused way, for the most part. )

Okay, then. Would you want to find a more casual kind of restaurant, or a nicer one? And if there is a decent selection of movies, what would you want to watch?

I've been getting that a lot when I suggest a date before sex.

[ At least he has a good sense of humour about it. ]

Maybe something more casual? I don't know how I feel about getting all dressed up only to end up taking everything off after. Or worse, dropping food on my nice clothes.

( kind of infuriating that a king of demons can be so wholesome, tbh?

though................... god. kazuya... )

For some people, that's a part of it, you know.
The taking the clothes off part, that is. Not the spilling food on them part.

( all the demons in hell where he's from are weirdly victorian in their dress and mannerisms!! and, yes, while some just saw disrobing as a waste of time and preferred to bypass it as quickly as possible... there were others that did quite enjoy the process. foreplay comes in as many shapes and sizes as demons could, it seems?? )

Well, assuming we don't really want to go to the food court, there was that other restaurant, Red Cardinal? It didn't seem too fancy.

( unlike the other one, which absolutely did. makoto isn't even sure if his meagre funds would afford it. )

I guess that's true. Taking off clothes can be part of the fun, but it also feels a little bad if nice clothes end up on the floor instead of put away properly? And who's gonna take the time to do that in the middle of foreplay.

[It's him. He would.

And has.]

The Red Cardinal works for me. You got a time preference? Earlier or later on?

( oh my god kazuya the clothes would be FINE )

Whenever is fine. It's not like I have much of a schedule to keep in here.
So, perhaps we can meet there in a few hours?

( insert time here, which would be a decent enough time for a slightly early dinner. )

[Weiss would yell at him if he tossed one of her dresses to the floor :(]

Sure, an early dinner works for me. I'll see you there, then?

Yes, I'll see you there.

( and kazuya would, even if he was a bit early—makoto is punctual by nature, but a sudden wave of nerves that he couldn't even begin to classify, let alone define, had caused him to set out and end up in the area of red cardinal even earlier than he might have normally. he is loitering around outside the bar and restaurant, looking at something on his Watch's face. even with the freedom to dress himself (for perhaps the first time in his life?), he still defaults to basics that feel most "safe"—he wears simple, black slacks that, unbeknownst to him, the retailers had made sure would highlight his slender limbs, and a nice white shirt which at the very least avoids all of the lace and ruffles that J is so aggravatingly fond of.

he occasionally glances up when someone passes by, often going to enter the restaurant; upon the instance that he glances up to see kazuya, he stops what he's doing, lowering his arm to put the Watch away. )

Kazuya, hi.

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[Honestly, Kazuya has a bit of nerves too. Though it's likely far removed from the sort that Makoto feels, and more of a hope that he makes a good impression? Second impression? He's not wearing anything overly classy, but the pants and shirt he wears are far removed from the hot pink and black setup he'd normally go for. If anything, he's definitely a little above casual, black slacks and a nice fitting dark blue shirt.

And incredibly delighted to see that Makoto is there as he arrives.]

Hey...! [He's definitely smiling as Makoto calls out to him, and he's clearly enthused he even showed up at all.] You're looking nice.

( kazuya likely worries too much. there’s almost nothing that he could say or do that would unsettle makoto to the point of ruining the date (or their friendship, or whatever), except for, perhaps, realizing too much about the truth of him, sinking into deep and gut-churning revulsion, and then calling him a freak. you know, something along those very specific lines would probably be pretty psychically damaging. but anything other than that would likely end up seen as “not as bad as expected.”

he does think he looks nice. he at the very least can tell that he’s dressed differently than he usually prefers to, indicating he’s put in some thought and effort. that’s appreciated.

he smiles, though it’s a bit like a rabbit, nervous and quick to dart away. ) Thanks. You too.

( he glances to the front of the restaurant, gesturing. ) I got here a little early, so I went ahead and told them that we would like a table. The host said that they were going to get something ready. So, um… should we?

( oh god he suddenly hopes they didn’t go to any Special Lengths for them… he would die )

Lets.

[As far as he's concerned, they'd both agreed that if this wasn't their thing, then they'd just move on. It's what's keeping most of his nerves in check, the fact that this is the lowest stakes a date could possibly be, even if he does hope that Makoto enjoys himself. Still, if this isn't the kind of thing for him, than Kazuya isn't going to push it, and at the very least, they'll hopefully be able to look at it as just a dinner between two friends.

Also, he's very much hoping that there's nothing Special about this dinner date... That'd be awkward, but only insofar as he'd still very much like things to be more normal.

Kazuya offers his arm to Makoto like a gentleman, though judging by the way his lip quirks he's clearly teasing a little bit. If Makoto takes it, then he'll absolutely lead them to their table.]

( it’s not really the date he’s concerned with. he’s seen them through the lens of pop culture—especially with something as basic as dinner and a movie, he thinks it will be fine. if he had to identify his hesitation, it would likely be with whatever kazuya himself expected out of them. did it just put him at ease to do something like this before sex, to try to impress on someone that he valued them more than just physically? that might be the case, he supposes, even if he personally doesn’t think it’s necessary. he just hopes he isn’t looking for anything… particularly romantic out of it? makoto isn’t sure. he can’t help but think that, like his morbid proclivities when it came to sex, his internalized perspective on romance is strange. warped. obsessive and possessive, controlling and—verging on toxic. but all he knows is how he feels about J, and he isn’t even sure he would call how he feels about J lo—

he just doesn’t want to give it a term at all.

he tells himself that it would just be like they were getting a meal together as they might have otherwise, and it might have flown if not for kazuya offering him his arm. devoid of makoto’s personal context, this would have been charming. and it still is. but makoto has, at least a few times, been cavorted about banquet halls and ballrooms, hanging off the arm of whatever demon had paid for him to be his fascinator for the evening. in this, and only this… he would prefer not to. the connotation, for him, would be too close to “work,” and he doesn’t want that hanging over any of this.

so instead he drags a sly smile across his lips, eyes narrowing. ) I… don’t think this is that fancy of a place, ( he whispers in undertone.

but, as a compromise, he takes his hand instead, leading him inside.

fortunately for the both of them, red cardinal is a classy establishment; perhaps the staff had detected makoto’s apprehension when he requested a table, but the setting that they are led to is a small booth in a quiet corner of the bar, warm with the place’s amber lighting accented by red-shaded lamps overhead. in general the place isn’t crowded, offering a welcome reprieve from how much of a circus other parts of the resort feel sometimes.

makoto breathes a sigh of relief he didn’t even know he’d been holding. he glances to kazuya before moving to take one side of the booth. ) This looks nice. ( he hadn’t come inside after arriving to this place, but he had seen it from the outside—the smell wafting from the kitchen had been enough to make him think he should come by again, when it was less crowded. )

[He'll definitely let him take his hand, using his other to cover his mouth as he gives the smallest of chuckles. Yeah, that was kind of the point, that it was a fancy move at a decidedly non-fancy place.

Truthfully, he's surprised his hand was even grabbed at all, but it is a date, technically, so it's probably no too strange as he lets Makoto lead him along through the restaurant and to the back, passing a few giggling patrons along the way, and slides into the booth across from him.]

Yeah, it's not too bad in here. And it smells great too, honestly. I wouldn't say I'm starving, but I could definitely eat.

[He'll definitely have to come back here at another time, if the food really is as good as it seems from the smell alone here.]

Mm, yeah. It is still a little early, but…

( he scans through the menu that was given to him by the host before they departed. much of the menu of red cardinal, to his eye, looks like traditional chinese food, though there are a few things on there that catch his attention. one in particular is a staple of japanese comfort food which, upon seeing it there on the menu, gives him a very peculiar pang of homesickness. there’s very little about earth or japan that he really misses, but… for whatever reason, the style in hell—from fashion to architecture to mannerisms to cuisine to even the relative level of technological advancement—was kind of european, victorian. so while there’s no one on earth he misses or no place there he’d rather be, he does miss the food. the more european-style faire just doesn’t feel quite as satisfying, for whatever reason.

he looks at drinks as well, which brings to mind a question he might ask. )

Do you drink? ( he glances up from the menu. ) Well, probably not on Earth… ( he had avoided it in hell as well, even if no one there gave a fig about “drinking age.” he typically said that as a joke, in order to refuse, though truth be told he typically did because he wanted to keep his mind clear. ) But here, I mean.

I don't. Actually, a friend of mine whos a bar tender told me basically if I ever drank underage he'd kick my ass.

[And Gin is not someone he wants to test, even as the king of demons, so... Not that there was ever really any sort of time to such a thing anyway, between the lockdown and his becoming king and then the subsequent war with God.]

I mean, I never really had any urge to try any alcohol either back home. [A pause.] I guess I could probably try it here, if I really wanted to.

[So long as Gin never found out.]

What about you? You were in hell, so I can't imagine there being a shortage of drinks there to try.

( kazuya is frank and direct enough about that that makoto can’t help but laugh; whenever he does so, he tends to turn his head and hide his mouth with his hand—a learned behavior, as he’d started to feel as though such boyishness tended to undercut whatever personal gravity he may or may not have as a demon.

a high school-age kid having a friend who’s a bar tender, huh? what a variety. )

Maybe not. I’d hate for your friend to show up and have to kick your ass.

( makoto would lie for him, of course. but there’s no guarantee that would be enough.

his smile is a little thin as he replies. ) I… have. There were some—social situations where I was kind of pressured, ( as in: if a demon pays a lot of gold for your company and wants you to join them in a glass of wine, you don’t refuse, ) but… if given the choice, I’d usually prefer to keep my head clear.

( which is why he’s not going to order any tonight. maybe hot tea… )

…I have a few times here, though. ( he admits it like a secret vice, glancing up at kazuya over his menu. ) It’s been a lot to adjust to… so it was just to take the edge off. ( it’d mostly worked? he suspects the alcohol around here has additional properties… )

[Kazuya actually likes that, thinks it's cute when he turns his head to hide his mouth with his hand. It's so... Genuine, in a way.]

I don't blame you for wanting to keep a clear head. Especially in hell.

[Most demons are still untrustworthy at the best of times, so to be lacking that clarity of the mind would probably lend itself to more trouble than it's probably worth. He really doesn't envy Makoto of that much.

At least he still gets to choose.]

Any good drinks here? I know I'm not allowed to try any, but it might be good to know for the future.

( considering the type of work he was doing, the temptation to use alcohol as a crutch had certainly been a present one. but he had resisted it. it had seemed like a slippery slope to him. he needed to remain clear-headed and determined, even through the less-than-flattering or enjoyable parts. )

Hmm…

( he thinks back to the last few things he’s tried. )

The cocktails I’ve tried are pretty good… but they’re strong, so that’s a bit dangerous. I didn’t really enjoy the red wine that I was given, but sake was a bit easier to drink. Other than that… not really.

( he’s been told they’re acquired tastes, but he has to wonder, will he grow to “acquire” those tastes when he’s not even technically aging anymore? a few months into his life-after-death, a lot of those peculiarities haven’t really made themselves known to him yet. )

Any idea what you want to get?

They'd probably knock me on my ass then, since I've never drank.

[He at least has good humour about that. Maybe it wouldn't effect him so much now that he's a demon, but he's not exactly willing to dip his toes into drinking just yet.

Maybe some other time, when he's a little more comfortable, a little more confident.]

I'm not really sure what to get, honestly. It all looks pretty good. Do you think maybe I should try something I've never had before? Or stick with what I know?

( he smiles deviously, a thing that spreads across his lips, slick as vaseline, and seems to have far too many teeth. )

Yeah. You’d definitely be a mess after one. Maybe two.

( though, who knows… maybe being the king of demons gives you a stronger constitution than that, even if kazuya is basically as twinky as makoto is?

he isn’t sure how he feels about making that decision for kazuya. ) Depends on what you want right now. Do you feel like you want to try something new? ( sometimes you have to be in the right space for something like that. as for makoto, ) The food in the Hell that I’m from… the vast majority of it is really different from Japanese food. There’s been a lot of things I’ve been missing from home, so… personally I think I’m going to go with something like that.

( absolutely none of this conversation can be applied to subjects other than food, nope, absolutely not )

[He gives a contemplative hum as Makoto speaks, and considers what he says. It's... been awhile since he's had regular Japanese food, so the thought isn't terrible, and the taste of home is something he thinks he'd definitely care for, so...]

I think you're right. On both counts. One that I'd be an absolute mess, and you'd have to drag me back to my room, which would just be awkward for both of us, and two, that a taste of home would be kinda nice.

[He drums his fingers on the table a little, considering.]

Maybe something like yakitori? Or maybe okonomiyaki....

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