#sharpdressedheir

“Really?”

 ;; Like for a starter!

“M-M-Master!”

Spoken in a rush, Toko Fukawa had to stutter a bit as she rushed up to Togami, Her eyes lit with pure hope or-- or a sickening obsession to the heir. Komaru couldn’t help but softly sigh at the Ultimate Author, saying with ease.

“Gross.”

Plotting Begins! || Accepting

My muse(s): Makoto Niijima, Mikan Tsumiki, Aoi Asahina, ANY OF THEM

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

The percussive beat of... well, whatever it was the detective was listening to was matched perfectly by the rise and fall of her upper body. The rhythm guided her, led her through the push-ups she was doing without fail and thanks to careful planning? When this song ended, so would this exercise at precisely 500 repetitions. It was an effective means of keeping track of her workout, one she’d used innumerable times--though it didn’t go off without a hitch. Such wasn’t the fault of the routine, however. It was ruined by a pair of gleaming, expensive shoes coming into her vision.

If only money could buy courtesy.

Drawing her knees beneath herself, Kyoko sat back upon her heels before she lifted her gaze, taking in the designer suit of the Togami scion’s chosen attire before meeting the cold ocean of his eyes. He’d chosen this moment exactly to loom over her, she knew, but she didn’t comment on it to validate such. Instead, once her earbuds were removed, she countered with calculated and pointed professionalism.