a. I'll be in my (our) trailer [Natori is actually no stranger to dodging the paparazzi, nor to warding his sleeping space to keep strange creatures with bird heads from staring at him in the middle of the night. It's just a little disorienting to be worrying about both at once.
It's also a little disorienting to be naked and unaware of how he (or the others, because he can see that he unfortunately isn't alone) came to be here, but instincts work fast. As soon as he's awake enough to realize that he doesn't recognize the room as either his sterile apartment or a hotel on location for a shoot, he rolls out of bed like he's doing evasive manuevers and automatically reaches for his pocket for some exorcist supplies. Problem one: no supplies, not even a scrap of paper. Problem two: no pockets, just a gauzy robe trimmed with fake fur that ends around mid thigh. Okay. That's okay. He can improvise; that's the benefit of being able to manipulate paper. He might not have his normal tools with him for dealing with this supernatural threat (because this has to be a supernatural threat; he isn't going to be able to handle it if this is just a normal kidnapping) but he can make do with a notepad or even a stack of old receipts if he has to. He just needs to find some.
Sorry to whoever's sharing this very small trailer with him, because Natori immediately starts rummaging through the room with a methodical thoroughness, yanking the drawers out of the nightstands and leaving the cabinets hanging wide open in his search for 1) any paper products and 2) maybe some underpants. The only consideration he gives to noise level is that he murmurs the names of his shiki--] Hiiragi. Urihime? Sasago? [--rather than outright shouting for them, though his voice gets sharper with each one as they fail to materialize.
Okay. This is less okay. This might even be actively bad.]
b. his real headshots probably look just like this tbh
NATORI CHUUICHI💋
Height: 175 cm Weight: that's private✨ Age: 23 Eye color: red Hair color: blonde
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• Romance hero • Bookish nerd who is hot once he takes off his glasses • Damsel in distress
c. but what's my motivation for joining the bottoms separatist commune? [So here's the thing: Natori is a romance actor as his day job, and it suits him because he can turn his brain off and do it on autopilot. Even when he's dealing with the least professional production he's ever been in, where the 'script' is a one-line concept and the cast is whatever randos happened to be passing by in the supernatural kidnapping sex hotel, it's easier for him to turn on the flirtatious charm like he would any other role. Which means that instead of getting to the point of these indie shorts, he's standing around chewing the scenery and playing it like a pure romance. Sorry to his scene partners who have to put up with stuff like him clutching their hands together against his chest (three buttons undone and shirt carefully mussed but still on) and saying, with all apparent earnestness:]
I... have a deep confession to make. Do you promise to hear me out? The truth is... that I don't think it could ever work out between us. You see, [he bites his lip, breaking eye contact to glance down and away while still keeping as much of his face as possible in line of sight for the camera, and still not letting go.] As much as I wish I could give you what you need, I can't. I'm-- I'm a bottom, too.
[With a quiet slithering noise still audible to both the boom mic and his poor partner, a flat shadow shaped like a lizard crawls up his neck and around his jawline just in time for the dramatic reveal. For a moment, Natori acts as if nothing unusual happened, looking back hopefully as if his partner's love might overcome their fundamental compatibility, before abruptly breaking character as he realizes] --Oh, it's visible here, isn't it? [and finally releases their hands (and the stage).] Sorry about that. Should we do another take?
d. wildcard & info [idk wildcard me blazer, toss me something and I'll roll with it or feel free to reach out if you'd like to hash something out! Natori is 23, open to m/m, m/f, m/*, 18+ for NSFW stuff, kinklist available here.]
Natori Shuuichi | Natsume Yuujinchou | new
[Natori is actually no stranger to dodging the paparazzi, nor to warding his sleeping space to keep strange creatures with bird heads from staring at him in the middle of the night. It's just a little disorienting to be worrying about both at once.
It's also a little disorienting to be naked and unaware of how he (or the others, because he can see that he unfortunately isn't alone) came to be here, but instincts work fast. As soon as he's awake enough to realize that he doesn't recognize the room as either his sterile apartment or a hotel on location for a shoot, he rolls out of bed like he's doing evasive manuevers and automatically reaches for his pocket for some exorcist supplies. Problem one: no supplies, not even a scrap of paper. Problem two: no pockets, just a gauzy robe trimmed with fake fur that ends around mid thigh. Okay. That's okay. He can improvise; that's the benefit of being able to manipulate paper. He might not have his normal tools with him for dealing with this supernatural threat (because this has to be a supernatural threat; he isn't going to be able to handle it if this is just a normal kidnapping) but he can make do with a notepad or even a stack of old receipts if he has to. He just needs to find some.
Sorry to whoever's sharing this very small trailer with him, because Natori immediately starts rummaging through the room with a methodical thoroughness, yanking the drawers out of the nightstands and leaving the cabinets hanging wide open in his search for 1) any paper products and 2) maybe some underpants. The only consideration he gives to noise level is that he murmurs the names of his shiki--] Hiiragi. Urihime? Sasago? [--rather than outright shouting for them, though his voice gets sharper with each one as they fail to materialize.
Okay. This is less okay. This might even be actively bad.]
b. his real headshots probably look just like this tbh
Height: 175 cm
Weight: that's private✨
Age: 23
Eye color: red
Hair color: blonde
• Romance hero
• Bookish nerd who is hot once he takes off his glasses
• Damsel in distress
• Holding hands
• Praise kink
• Exhibitionism
• Paper crafts
• Falling asleep anywhere
• Bonus lizard friend
c. but what's my motivation for joining the bottoms separatist commune?
[So here's the thing: Natori is a romance actor as his day job, and it suits him because he can turn his brain off and do it on autopilot. Even when he's dealing with the least professional production he's ever been in, where the 'script' is a one-line concept and the cast is whatever randos happened to be passing by in the supernatural kidnapping sex hotel, it's easier for him to turn on the flirtatious charm like he would any other role. Which means that instead of getting to the point of these indie shorts, he's standing around chewing the scenery and playing it like a pure romance. Sorry to his scene partners who have to put up with stuff like him clutching their hands together against his chest (three buttons undone and shirt carefully mussed but still on) and saying, with all apparent earnestness:]
I... have a deep confession to make. Do you promise to hear me out? The truth is... that I don't think it could ever work out between us. You see, [he bites his lip, breaking eye contact to glance down and away while still keeping as much of his face as possible in line of sight for the camera, and still not letting go.] As much as I wish I could give you what you need, I can't. I'm-- I'm a bottom, too.
[With a quiet slithering noise still audible to both the boom mic and his poor partner, a flat shadow shaped like a lizard crawls up his neck and around his jawline just in time for the dramatic reveal. For a moment, Natori acts as if nothing unusual happened, looking back hopefully as if his partner's love might overcome their fundamental compatibility, before abruptly breaking character as he realizes] --Oh, it's visible here, isn't it? [and finally releases their hands (and the stage).] Sorry about that. Should we do another take?
d. wildcard & info
[idk wildcard me blazer, toss me something and I'll roll with it or feel free to reach out if you'd like to hash something out! Natori is 23, open to m/m, m/f, m/*, 18+ for NSFW stuff, kinklist available here.]