#viritin

When owning a dog, it was only natural to want to take them for a walk. Among other things, it was a great bonding activity and provided exercise for you and your pet in a fun and healthy way. ...Shinkai, of course, did not own a dog. But did this stop him from attempting to walk Usakichi? Not at all.

And so here he was, outside, leashing his bunny and letting it hop as it pleased. Who was walking who, honestly? He didn't seem to mind -- when did he ever, really -- just making sure the small and inquisitive creature stayed out of harm's way. Thankfully the streets were rather calm today, only a few people here and there walking about around them. It made the experience that much easier--

Just as he was to relax even further, however, with breakneck speed and questionable strength his rabbit companion would bolt, his soft grip on the leash easily leaving his hand. He could only watch in temporary horror as Usakichi ran towards the nearest bystander, stopping just in front of him and raising onto his hind legs. He sniffed the air, tilting his head. What had gotten into him!?

Shinkai was quick to follow, catching up with his pet and kneeling down to pick him up with ease. "Sorry. He's, uh..." Seriously, what had gotten into him? Usakichi wasn't one to just take off like that... but he did have a good judge of character. As good as a rabbit could have, he guessed. With a perplexed smile, he continued.

"Well. He must be interested in you." The redhead looked down at his pet before regarding the stranger once more. What an interesting look this guy had, not unlike the man he had met at the convenience store some time previous... Weird, but intriguing. And if Usakichi had a good feeling, then...

Yusei Fudo was born in Wutai, but traveled to Midgar, joining the original Avalanche and fighting against Shinra before the war between the two cities. Armed with an impressive array of Summon Materia, Yusei also provided transportation and electronic espionage. However, Yusei grew disillusioned with Avalanche’s incline towards more barbaric methods of attempting to stop Shinra. 

 3. Describe their posture. Do they carry themselves well or do they slouch?

already answered!

8. Describe their hair: color, texture, style.

Blake's hair is a natural dark brown/black color to match her ears. Though it does not give off any sort of sheen one might recognize if an individual were to dye their hair. She does not keep up with her hair as much as she should, considering how long it is and how tangled it can get. Wavy and a bit unmanageable at times; though silky smooth and soft, since she does take conditioning into high consideration. (Unfortunately that leads to hairballs getting clogged in the shower drain.) The only time Blake ever really "styles" her hair would be if she were to go to something that required formal wear, or putting it in a bun for when she works out. 

24. Do they think on their feet, or do they need time to deliberate?

She is much more prone to thinking on her feet rather than to truly figure things through. Being trained to make tough decisions in such a little amount of time has also carried over into the real world instead of keeping it on the battlefield where it's necessary. Is it beneficiary? Sometimes. Though when she doesn't think things thoroughly, it turns into a stressful mess she doesn't want to clean up.

42. Are there other, unrelated people whom they considers part of their family? What are their relationships with them? 

Well canonically? Adam is definitely an older brother figure to Blake. Though of course that's a little rocky right now, even here in Citta. But they'll figure it out...eventually. 

As for in the city? Surely Blake has made a lot of close friends, but I don't think she would necessarily think of them as her kin. Mainly because she would feel like that's too large of a step or label to bring up with any person in question. 

66. What are their interests or hobbies? How do they spend their free time?

Neptune is pretty sure that dude just caught him staring.

A slight flush creeps to his cheeks. Crap. He figures he'd better say something before the guy thinks he's some kind of a creepy stalker, so he gets up, shuffles over to him, and clears his throat.

   "Now that's a hairstyle!" The cheerful, bell-like voice rang out, calling on the young man standing seemingly all alone, signaling the arrival of the charming SeeD.