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Actor/Actress: Pretending to be someone you’re not? Tell us about your biggest lie.

Butler: Some people are a little more obedient and eager to please than others when they are ordered around. So, how suck up is your muse?

Doctor: Has your muse ever had a injury or illness that has caused them to end up in hospital?

Police: What’s your muse like with the law? Ever broken it? Or just your normal law abiding citizen?

Firefighter: Ever been in any real danger? Perhaps something where you faced near death! Tell us about it!

Maid: Some people like to act this out in the bedroom y’know~ Has your muse ever had such thoughts? Or any other ~wild fantasies~

Model: How does your muse dress? Are they a walking fashion show or someone who has just rolled out of bed?

Salesman: Persuasiveness is a good asset! Has your muse ever talked their way into or out of something? Share!

Teacher: What was (or is) your muse like in school? What was/is their favourite subject?

Pilot: Does your muse have any major fears? Like heights or the dark?

Chef: What’s your muse like in the kitchen? Can they cook? Or do they order take-out a lot?

Musician: A singer? Perhaps a wizard on the guitar? Tell us how musical your muse is!

Interview: Free ask!

"Let’s try to get along, shall we, Kogami?" he said with a chuckle before walking into what he assumed was his own room. The bag was set down on the plain bed. He opened it just to check to see if the contents were undamaged, not that he had done anything that would potentially cause damage on the trip here. Nonetheless, it was somewhat comforting to see his books perfectly in order. 

Ah, but what he really hoped was alright was the old fashioned razor he cherished ever so much. The item was sheathed, but parts of the metal glimmered dimly anyway. He took it out and flipped the blade out, admiring the stainless surface. What kind of work will this little weapon do here? 

He flipped the blade back down and put it in his pocket. Now, he examined his new room. It was modern and completely tasteless. There was only the bare minimum of furniture, and he suspected the same of the rest of the apartment as well. Living in a place like this, completely devoid of any kind of culture, would be difficult in the long run. He supposed that Kogami wouldn’t have many objections to redecorating. 

He emerged from his room, now able to see the state of the rest of the place. It was as sparse with personality as a hospital room ceiling. His distaste was visible in his expression, no longer a smirk, but rather a small frown. 

He had no idea how he was going to survive living in the same apartment as this man. Kogami could barely stand being in the same room as him for a short amount of time, nevertheless sleeping in the same space. How was he supposed to let down his guard, or close his eyes, when he knew exactly who was on the other side of the wall. Akane would just call it paranoia, but he wasn't her.

You could practically see his hackles rising the more and more agitated he was becoming, the nonchalant way Makishima spoke to him obviously unsettling him. After everything that had happened, from trying to kill each other to becoming fugitives, Kogami couldn't quite understand how he pulled the act off quite so convincingly. Though his trained eye could see the sadistic, violent undercurrents beneath the calm facade, he knew most people wouldn't.

Upon the whitette's return, Kogami followed him with his eyes, noticing that the smirk he had held when entering his room was now replaced by a dissatisfied frown. He could guess why. Makishima was one for dramatic flare, so the sparse, blank walls of the apartment probably bothered him, as well as the lack of atmosphere. There was high chance that he was going to leave one day, and, upon return, find the apartment entirely different. Not that the detective would mind. For once, he agreed with the other. The place was too empty.