[ well, he cleans up nice, at least. from being trapped in a car in nothing but a robe to only able to find lost and found dredges, he’s finally able to work his way into a fine wardrobe for a suit and tie and a little gel to tie his flyaways back. it’s enough to get into the party without coming out looking like a disco ball. ]
[ oh look at that, people are floating. this wasn’t new to Getou well before he knew of Golden Peacock, and just seems to watch on with amusement as those who’ve indulged their libations float and drift blissfully… at least, until there’s a cry ringing out across all the other noise and a body quick to hit the floor! ]
[ ever the hero, he hangs close by and catches those who get caught off guard by the bubble bursting, so to speak. maybe he’ll catch you bridal-style! or maybe he’s speaking to someone at that exact moment, so you’ll land on a flying pink mantaray. either way, there’s someone to thank for your near miss! ]
You alright?
DIRTY DICE
[ there’s a… fond? laugh that spills out of him when he lands at a table with Dirty Dice, a bit of giddy joy that’s just a little more than the situation calls for, something too easily read as mischief or perversion. he watches the other players at the table take their turns, unblinking, accustomed to the display in spite of his wildcard status. “suck thigh”, “tickle elbow”, yes yes. ]
[ when the dice are pooled up in the center of his big palm, he tosses them across the surface of the table, watching it clatter off of snacks and drinks. when it lands, the command says simply: SLAP EAR ]
[ there isn’t even a heartbeat’s worth of time to digest the command before he’s smacking the person sitting right next to him upside the head with such a clap that it turns every head for several tables nearby. ]
…Your turn. [ he’s all smiles~. ]
SPIN THE WHEEL’S KING FOR A DAY
[ the only thing worse than a sore loser is a mean winner. he’d spun the wheel and, as luck would have it after some of his very worst, it’d landed on #5: an insta-prize. he’d been given the rundown of available options with a game show host’s enthusiasm – and that level of fanfare has yet to cease as he’s carted around on a palanquin by a slew of half-dressed workers. little does he know just how well he’d get used to living a life of worship. ]
[ impossible to know how long he’s been here or how much longer he will be, best to make the most of it. there’s plenty he’s dined on already: sweet and strong drinks, spicy smoke, succulent meals and saccharine desserts. he’s more prone to being disciplined than hedonistic, but sometimes there’s a new years party and young adult hormones and their rebellion encourage playing with fire, and enough worship will go to anyone’s head… especially when it wasn’t especially small in the first place. ]
[ some lower rank guests are pawing at the edge of his palanquin as it makes the rounds – anything for royal attention. he had a golden fan he’s using to smack the backs of their hands like some stuck-up royalty, but it’s more dissuading than an outright ceasefire. it isn’t long before, the role as he plays it, he’ll get someone else to do it: ]
You, there– [ a wave wave wave of his fan that’s less a greeting and more of a command: come here. ] Get rid of these rats for me? I’ll reward you~.
[ to offer the same prize those little rodents crave is just spiteful. ]
HOUSE OF CARDS
[ he approaches the table and does little more than lock eyes with another guest – but their watches connect, and they get labeled Player 1 and Player 2 before anyone can possibly protest. it isn’t that Getou’s so keen to win (though he certainly doesn’t hate it) as much as he’s increasingly aware that the House will dole its punishments and penalties as it pleases. ]
[ finally, takes a bow to his opponent – ] Please treat me kindly. [ – before he draws a card with little difficulty and reads the prompt. ]
What should the golden rule of any society be?
[ …it’s hard to say what he’s thinking or feeling, through that soft grin. hard to know if it touches his eyes while he has them closed pensively, but when he looks up again there’s something tired in his eyes, like he’s looking at a mountain he’s just never quite been able to scale: ]
I’m not sure I’m able to answer this right now… [ and that’s the crux of the thing, isn’t it? getou suguru has never been indecisive in his life. ] But I think perhaps… people who are weak should simply stay out of the way.
1 OR 11 (DOMINANT)
[ ace of hearts. the game manager tucks the card in his breast pocket as to put it on display for others – and if that weren’t enough, hands him a feather wand: good for sensations of all kind. still, he can’t say he’s unsatisfied with his allotment, learning his way around the new tool with a few beats against his palm. ]
[ there’s no point in being particular, not when he’s the one in control, or at least that’s how he thinks on it. may as well get used to it and see who’s up to play ball… so really any submissive who crosses his path will get a feather tap on the shoulder. ]
Hi. [ it’s good to be polite! ] Wanna get on your knees for me~?
[ it’s still a bit embarrassing, but he’s got a fox-sharp curiosity and playfulness about the whole thing. ]
OTHER –
[ open to wildcards! feel free to PM; kinklist on journal. i was here previously and am happy to continue cr or start fresh, whatever you prefer! getou is 18. ]
getou suguru, jujutsu kaisen, returning player
BUBBLY
[ well, he cleans up nice, at least. from being trapped in a car in nothing but a robe to only able to find lost and found dredges, he’s finally able to work his way into a fine wardrobe for a suit and tie and a little gel to tie his flyaways back. it’s enough to get into the party without coming out looking like a disco ball. ][ oh look at that, people are floating. this wasn’t new to Getou well before he knew of Golden Peacock, and just seems to watch on with amusement as those who’ve indulged their libations float and drift blissfully… at least, until there’s a cry ringing out across all the other noise and a body quick to hit the floor! ]
[ ever the hero, he hangs close by and catches those who get caught off guard by the bubble bursting, so to speak. maybe he’ll catch you bridal-style! or maybe he’s speaking to someone at that exact moment, so you’ll land on a flying pink mantaray. either way, there’s someone to thank for your near miss! ]
You alright?
DIRTY DICE
[ there’s a… fond? laugh that spills out of him when he lands at a table with Dirty Dice, a bit of giddy joy that’s just a little more than the situation calls for, something too easily read as mischief or perversion. he watches the other players at the table take their turns, unblinking, accustomed to the display in spite of his wildcard status. “suck thigh”, “tickle elbow”, yes yes. ][ when the dice are pooled up in the center of his big palm, he tosses them across the surface of the table, watching it clatter off of snacks and drinks. when it lands, the command says simply: SLAP EAR ]
[ there isn’t even a heartbeat’s worth of time to digest the command before he’s smacking the person sitting right next to him upside the head with such a clap that it turns every head for several tables nearby. ]
…Your turn. [ he’s all smiles~. ]
SPIN THE WHEEL’S KING FOR A DAY
[ the only thing worse than a sore loser is a mean winner. he’d spun the wheel and, as luck would have it after some of his very worst, it’d landed on #5: an insta-prize. he’d been given the rundown of available options with a game show host’s enthusiasm – and that level of fanfare has yet to cease as he’s carted around on a palanquin by a slew of half-dressed workers. little does he know just how well he’d get used to living a life of worship. ][ impossible to know how long he’s been here or how much longer he will be, best to make the most of it. there’s plenty he’s dined on already: sweet and strong drinks, spicy smoke, succulent meals and saccharine desserts. he’s more prone to being disciplined than hedonistic, but sometimes there’s a new years party and young adult hormones and their rebellion encourage playing with fire, and enough worship will go to anyone’s head… especially when it wasn’t especially small in the first place. ]
[ some lower rank guests are pawing at the edge of his palanquin as it makes the rounds – anything for royal attention. he had a golden fan he’s using to smack the backs of their hands like some stuck-up royalty, but it’s more dissuading than an outright ceasefire. it isn’t long before, the role as he plays it, he’ll get someone else to do it: ]
You, there– [ a wave wave wave of his fan that’s less a greeting and more of a command: come here. ] Get rid of these rats for me? I’ll reward you~.
[ to offer the same prize those little rodents crave is just spiteful. ]
HOUSE OF CARDS
[ he approaches the table and does little more than lock eyes with another guest – but their watches connect, and they get labeled Player 1 and Player 2 before anyone can possibly protest. it isn’t that Getou’s so keen to win (though he certainly doesn’t hate it) as much as he’s increasingly aware that the House will dole its punishments and penalties as it pleases. ][ finally, takes a bow to his opponent – ] Please treat me kindly. [ – before he draws a card with little difficulty and reads the prompt. ]
What should the golden rule of any society be?
[ …it’s hard to say what he’s thinking or feeling, through that soft grin. hard to know if it touches his eyes while he has them closed pensively, but when he looks up again there’s something tired in his eyes, like he’s looking at a mountain he’s just never quite been able to scale: ]
I’m not sure I’m able to answer this right now… [ and that’s the crux of the thing, isn’t it? getou suguru has never been indecisive in his life. ] But I think perhaps… people who are weak should simply stay out of the way.
1 OR 11 (DOMINANT)
[ ace of hearts. the game manager tucks the card in his breast pocket as to put it on display for others – and if that weren’t enough, hands him a feather wand: good for sensations of all kind. still, he can’t say he’s unsatisfied with his allotment, learning his way around the new tool with a few beats against his palm. ][ there’s no point in being particular, not when he’s the one in control, or at least that’s how he thinks on it. may as well get used to it and see who’s up to play ball… so really any submissive who crosses his path will get a feather tap on the shoulder. ]
Hi. [ it’s good to be polite! ] Wanna get on your knees for me~?
[ it’s still a bit embarrassing, but he’s got a fox-sharp curiosity and playfulness about the whole thing. ]
OTHER –
[ open to wildcards! feel free to PM; kinklist on journal. i was here previously and am happy to continue cr or start fresh, whatever you prefer! getou is 18. ]