cyoa: akechi edition

[twostringsonebow]

Hello, Recolle.

Let's play a game.

Don't worry -- it's a very fun one, and most of the work is on my part, but I think it'd be a good time sink... and you may even learn a little more about yourself in doing so. You may quit at any point of time and gain rewards from it (those are to be decided, mostly depending on how far you get in your story), though seeing it through to a satisfying end would be the most fruitful for your time.

Now.

Please pick a genre and one of the following colors: Red, Blue, Green.
1. Fantasy
2. Dystopian
3. Romance

Your story's waiting to begin. ♪

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[twostringsonebow]

It’s a new job, a new day. You’re off of romance. You’re swearing off it the way someone might cigarettes, ice cream, spending large quantities of money on gacha games – cold turkey. There’s not a single person in this entire world that would suit you, you’re certain, though your friends disagree. They just don’t understand.

> What sort of person are you interested in?

[sakeplz]

tall, handsome, long black hair, golden eyes, quiet and gentle but very strong!

[Is he just describing his husband Kenta? Maybe.]

[twostringsonebow]

[Most people describe their ideal person in that way, someone they know and love. Goro thinks it's telling of the things valued in a partner. He hopes these questions are never turned onto him.]

Sounds like a real looker.

New job done (being a freelance artist has its perks, one of which having a flexible schedule due to commissions) and new day over, you find yourself unsatisfied despite your new lease on life. Should you go drinking again? Clubbing with friends? There might be a man there who's to your tastes, just for a night, but more likely it would be only disappointment...

Not that there was anything disappointing about looking down an empty glass, since it would be easily replaced by the bartender if asked, but still.

You still have some commissions to go through, though you'd intended to start on them tomorrow, and you suppose you could just make yourself dinner and stay in... You could continue to wear your comfortable clothes, in that case, and not have to worry about--

doorbells. A guest? Puzzled, you stare at the door. Had you ordered anything..? You can't recall.

[sakeplz]

[He reads through it and is finding this little love story so much fun so far.]

I answer the door!