07-19-2018, 02:26 PM
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehearted — hard physicality
she'd never expected anyone to come visit her, really. if you could call it a visit. perhaps it was something done more of impulse than actual forethought. she couldn't blame izuku either. she, herself had those moments where compulsion drew her forward. it felt better to act on her own heart anyways, than to such complicated thinking.
izuku's scent washed over her long before she saw him, his steps audible from the crunching of snow near the entrance to her home, to the soft thump of paws amongst floorboards. in hindsight, it made sense that he wasn't trying to be sneaky. why should he, anyways?
nui had no shame in the love for her creator. while others would have stumbled at the site of being caught with something so intimate. body pillows, in many's opinion was intimate in the way that it openly described one's desire for comfort. in the form of a projection. something that some would like to keep hidden.
"a shop?" nui hummed, interest sprinkling her tone. something sparkled within those keen irises. a shop, huh? that didn't sound so bad. a shop catering to body pillows and other things... she needed something to do anyways. putting herself to work sounded pleasant. there was always something so pleasing about creating. crafting. building. she was made to do it anyways. back home, ragyo had always put her in charge for the execution of her concepts. now, she could put all she had learned to good use and then some.
"that actually doesn't sound too bad!" her voice carried one of triumph and joy. her mind was racing like a waterfall. filled with the many ideas of what she could display to snowbound.
"thank you izuku!
the sound of another, familiar voice filled the room, and nui's cranium pivoted to face the savannah.
"yes, a shop. and you're all welcome to ask me for anything there. her schedule was terribly empty anyways as it was. with a little set up, she could begin an honorable business.
izuku's scent washed over her long before she saw him, his steps audible from the crunching of snow near the entrance to her home, to the soft thump of paws amongst floorboards. in hindsight, it made sense that he wasn't trying to be sneaky. why should he, anyways?
nui had no shame in the love for her creator. while others would have stumbled at the site of being caught with something so intimate. body pillows, in many's opinion was intimate in the way that it openly described one's desire for comfort. in the form of a projection. something that some would like to keep hidden.
"a shop?" nui hummed, interest sprinkling her tone. something sparkled within those keen irises. a shop, huh? that didn't sound so bad. a shop catering to body pillows and other things... she needed something to do anyways. putting herself to work sounded pleasant. there was always something so pleasing about creating. crafting. building. she was made to do it anyways. back home, ragyo had always put her in charge for the execution of her concepts. now, she could put all she had learned to good use and then some.
"that actually doesn't sound too bad!" her voice carried one of triumph and joy. her mind was racing like a waterfall. filled with the many ideas of what she could display to snowbound.
"thank you izuku!
the sound of another, familiar voice filled the room, and nui's cranium pivoted to face the savannah.
"yes, a shop. and you're all welcome to ask me for anything there. her schedule was terribly empty anyways as it was. with a little set up, she could begin an honorable business.