Another Day...
Who: Neku Sakuraba (blockoutnoise) and Joshua Kiryu (mmm_paradise)
What: The grand reveal~
When: Tomorrow, Monday, September 8. Around the evening-ish, maybe?
Where: The dream that once was room 807. ='D
Rating: Neku has a bit of a mouth, but there shouldn't be anything too awful in here. PG-13?
Joshua had considered painting the glove on, but that would have been overkill. He was recognizable enough. It was the aura he was going for, and the aura is what he made sure he had -- the collar popped and buttons unbuttoned at the top of the black double-breasted coat, the rips on his jeans wild, and the cap popped at an angle. He had no idea how the castle procured the clothes, nor how they fit him perfectly... but that was a moot point, wasn't it? He was about to reveal his identity to his toy in the most extravagant way he could think of, barring lights, fanfare, and a parade. That simply wouldn't have been practical. The castle seemed to be working with him to create the perfect crescendo to his composition, and the least he could do is give it a rousing finish.
He had already made arrangements. All he had to do is leave a simple imprint in Neku's mind, telling him that there would be a very familiar figure on the eighth floor on Monday, waiting for him. He would walk in, see his precious Sayu in some very different attire... and the truth would come out, if Neku had his usual wits about him. Joshua smirked at himself in the mirror. Well. This would be interesting, to say the least. He flipped to the UG frequency and walked up to his room, choosing to sit by the door, and waited for the fireworks to begin.
What: The grand reveal~
When: Tomorrow, Monday, September 8. Around the evening-ish, maybe?
Where: The dream that once was room 807. ='D
Rating: Neku has a bit of a mouth, but there shouldn't be anything too awful in here. PG-13?
Joshua had considered painting the glove on, but that would have been overkill. He was recognizable enough. It was the aura he was going for, and the aura is what he made sure he had -- the collar popped and buttons unbuttoned at the top of the black double-breasted coat, the rips on his jeans wild, and the cap popped at an angle. He had no idea how the castle procured the clothes, nor how they fit him perfectly... but that was a moot point, wasn't it? He was about to reveal his identity to his toy in the most extravagant way he could think of, barring lights, fanfare, and a parade. That simply wouldn't have been practical. The castle seemed to be working with him to create the perfect crescendo to his composition, and the least he could do is give it a rousing finish.
He had already made arrangements. All he had to do is leave a simple imprint in Neku's mind, telling him that there would be a very familiar figure on the eighth floor on Monday, waiting for him. He would walk in, see his precious Sayu in some very different attire... and the truth would come out, if Neku had his usual wits about him. Joshua smirked at himself in the mirror. Well. This would be interesting, to say the least. He flipped to the UG frequency and walked up to his room, choosing to sit by the door, and waited for the fireworks to begin.