Most people call me 'Nyan-chan', but since I'm teaching you, you can call me 'Nyan-Sensei', if you'd like~
^w^
Here, here's a sample of my writing so that you may get a general understanding of how I Role-Play~
I'm going to have fun teaching you, Dear, because honestly, you're the first person who I get to teach and practice with~
Spherically significant, Chocolate-hued oculars blinked not once, not twice, but three times as he spent the awkwardly passing minutes merely attempting to process the articulation of what was spoken to him in a hushed intonation. Were his ears deceiving him? Was he simply imagining and manifesting his own desires into reality to simply receive what he wanted? How had they even ended up in this situation? The diurnal cycle had initiated to mimic a seemingly mundane day, as per usual to both the Feline and the Doll currently the only Bodies inhabiting the household currently, without the annoying intonations of other certain Dolls and the Cat himself being cooed over and squished around figuratively by his own Friends like a favored, well-behaved Pet. Kuri, the domesticated Feline, and Pianissimo, the Living Doll, they seemed to never get enough peace and quiet within their rambunctious Lives and around the boisterous Individuals they were surrounded by.
It was beyond frustrating, they possessed within their sovereign mentalities, that they did not have a moment of peace alone with one another without being quite brusquely interrupted by Allegro mischievously cat-whistling at the Duo or articulating towards the Doublet with idiotic phrases, such as, ‘Oi~! Are you two going to kiss already, or what~?’ Genuinely, Pianissimo didn’t comprehend how that Green-Haired Brat of a Doll always managed to intrude within his privacy, and devastate the sweetest of moments between himself and the quite diminutive Feline. Much to his well-hidden irritation, all Pianissimo could do was roll his glass oculars within their hollow sockets and attempt to stay composed while an embarrassed Feline quite figuratively attempted to meld his trembling physique against his own much more lankier Body Formation, that smooth-to-the-touch complexion of his youthful visage shifting to different pigments of Crimson within under a few minutes. It was amusing in some aspect, considering that Kuri was just so inexperienced, oblivious, and clumsy. Don’t get him wrong, the clumsy characteristic was distributed to both the Doll and the Feline, although in Pianissimo’s case, he was more socially awkward rather than tripping over his own two feet like in Kuri’s instance. His clumsy footwork constantly concerned Pianissimo, anxious for the Poor Boy’s safety every time the Feline tripped and fell over, then began to wail delicately due to the embarrassment he had caused himself and the sting of pain that was ever so present from scraped knees or elbows.
W-Waaah~
I-If it's too much of a hassle, though, you don't need to~
Most people call me 'Nyan-chan', but since I'm teaching you, you can call me 'Nyan-Sensei', if you'd like~
^w^
Here, here's a sample of my writing so that you may get a general understanding of how I Role-Play~
I'm going to have fun teaching you, Dear, because honestly, you're the first person who I get to teach and practice with~
Spherically significant, Chocolate-hued oculars blinked not once, not twice, but three times as he spent the awkwardly passing minutes merely attempting to process the articulation of what was spoken to him in a hushed intonation. Were his ears deceiving him? Was he simply imagining and manifesting his own desires into reality to simply receive what he wanted? How had they even ended up in this situation? The diurnal cycle had initiated to mimic a seemingly mundane day, as per usual to both the Feline and the Doll currently the only Bodies inhabiting the household currently, without the annoying intonations of other certain Dolls and the Cat himself being cooed over and squished around figuratively by his own Friends like a favored, well-behaved Pet. Kuri, the domesticated Feline, and Pianissimo, the Living Doll, they seemed to never get enough peace and quiet within their rambunctious Lives and around the boisterous Individuals they were surrounded by.
It was beyond frustrating, they possessed within their sovereign mentalities, that they did not have a moment of peace alone with one another without being quite brusquely interrupted by Allegro mischievously cat-whistling at the Duo or articulating towards the Doublet with idiotic phrases, such as, ‘Oi~! Are you two going to kiss already, or what~?’ Genuinely, Pianissimo didn’t comprehend how that Green-Haired Brat of a Doll always managed to intrude within his privacy, and devastate the sweetest of moments between himself and the quite diminutive Feline. Much to his well-hidden irritation, all Pianissimo could do was roll his glass oculars within their hollow sockets and attempt to stay composed while an embarrassed Feline quite figuratively attempted to meld his trembling physique against his own much more lankier Body Formation, that smooth-to-the-touch complexion of his youthful visage shifting to different pigments of Crimson within under a few minutes. It was amusing in some aspect, considering that Kuri was just so inexperienced, oblivious, and clumsy. Don’t get him wrong, the clumsy characteristic was distributed to both the Doll and the Feline, although in Pianissimo’s case, he was more socially awkward rather than tripping over his own two feet like in Kuri’s instance. His clumsy footwork constantly concerned Pianissimo, anxious for the Poor Boy’s safety every time the Feline tripped and fell over, then began to wail delicately due to the embarrassment he had caused himself and the sting of pain that was ever so present from scraped knees or elbows.
W-Waaah~
I-If it's too much of a hassle, though, you don't need to~
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F-first person? That... surprisingly makes me feel scared haha emotion_sweatdrop I'm going to do by best, Sensei! *salutes*
*reads* I think I get it..... *brains explodes* Your paragraphs... I don't have the courage, sensei... emotion_0A0