Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

The world didn't implode in on itself, or explode outward as she answered him, as Kanji supposed it would. He didn't know how she'd respond to his question, but he was pleasantly surprised when she agreed to it. It was a lot better than walking around Junes alone and with a cart full of fabric. At least this way he had some company as he did so, and good company at that. A faint smile appeared on his own face as well, and he kept walking. He wasn't good with other people's emotions either. But he was pretty sure he was seeing some internal debating there. It might have been something similar to his own dilemma, or might have been as trivial as her dinner for the night. He'd never know. He began to walk with the cart and Naoto, leaning on the metal structure a bit, gaining a few creaks and groans from the ill used device. He looked her way as she spoke, willing to listen to her till she finished. It's always quiet in Inaba. Before the fog, nothing interesting every happened here. It was just one small damn town.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Kanji wasn't sure if he was helping. She still seemed pretty nervous and everything, though that was far from his goal. He never understood women. They were all so indirect and weird about their feelings. He liked them, but men were typically a lot more open if something was bothering them. Talking to girls about issues was like talking over a nuclear treaty. At least for him at least. He wasn't sure if Yukiko was still taking over at the inn. She had the weight of tradition hanging over her head like a dead bird, but she often expressed the desire to leave Inaba. If so, Kanji couldn't blame her. The town was pretty boring. At least with the fog, there had been some excitement. He'd seen everyone else pretty sparingly, though he was occasionally offered to 'hang out' by Yosuke. They were politelyfor Kanji refused. And of course, he couldn't remember a single time he'd seen Naoto from after the case. Besides at the moment at least. Was that a blush on her cheeks? Did Tatsumi make the great detective blush. That was a satisfying though. Naoto, you can't be great at everything. I'm pretty shitty at school work, but I'm pretty sweet at fighting. It was a surprisingly simple piece of advice from him. When her other question hit him, he took a moment to think about it. Working out, riding his bike, fighting, and the occasional task for his mother. That was pretty much his set of things he liked to do. He realized he was pretty damn close to becoming a tool. I like to work out I...Ride my bike around town, other stuff... Kanji was a rather impulsively thinking person. It was likely he wasn't even thinking about what he did when he did it.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png Her feet damn well nearly came to a complete stop as Kanji spoke up. Her eyes closed as she thought long and hard on his reply, hearing the words echo repeatedly in her head. Naoto, you can't be great at everything. She hadn't thought on that exact concept before. Then again, there had been much she had failed to think about. A small chuckle finally left as she gave another nod. Also true, I suppose. It's .... easy to forget such simple things, especially without someone to guide you. I envy you and the others from the team. You all have support and family. Maybe that shouldn't have been brought up. Well ... too late again. Still, the words were otherwise true. But they also weren't meant to get him to pity her. Far from it. Honestly, she hated those types of reactions as much as being treated like a child still. When he went to mention his list of other hobbies, she took the time to glance at Kanji. Sure enough, his body had some hints of muscles though nothing too insane like she'd seen in magazines before. To help keep herself busy and in shape, she also worked out every now and again. But it was easy to note her upper body was by far stronger and more defined as she had faint hints, especially near the shoulders. It's all still something which, as the old saying goes, is far better than nothing. Naoto finally offered, hearing Kanji have his own bits of hesitation in the answer he'd given her. That same hamster began to run faster on the wheel, her pulse matching it's new pace. The rare sensation of wanting to faint was actually trying to overcome her. Was this a panic attack? It was definitely something she wasn't used to let alone knew how to deal with. And that alone scared her far more than the talk she'd been having thus far.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

It was surprising how much insight a seemingly uninsightful person could possibly be. Kanji had given her a pretty solid advice there, but what she had told him next had him a little...depressed. She was right. Everyone in the investigation team had someone to fall back on when the times got tough. Hell, Yu had Dojima and Nanako. Naoto just had herself. That sounded pretty damn depressing, at least to the biker boy. Look...You're probably one of the strongest people I know. You've weathered through the case all by yourself. And not really by yourself. You had us. And me I guess... He spoke, not really expecting that to come from himself. Kanji had taken a subtle note of her own body as well. She was pretty fit, at least from what he could see. He caught himself staring pretty quickly, and looked away just as quickly. He didn't want her to know that he was staring. Having nothing seems pretty sad... Kanji noted quietly, not really meaning for her to hear it. But she might have.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png A mix of willpower plus Kanji's words helped Naoto fight off the desire to faint in front of him. In place of staying conscious, however, her body began to react in a different way. Her forehead was definitely warm, a fever threatening to emerge. As far as she could gauge, it had definitely been a panic attack and was a side effect of sorts. Since she'd resisted passing out, other symptoms had begun to take over her body. Naoto wasn't sure if what she was feeling then and there was a merciful sensation or whether she should have let her body give in anyways. Don't be stupid. You'd have looked .... pathetic to have lost consciousness in such a place ... Right? She'd been pretty certain about that. ... Thank you. That really does mean quite a bit, especially given some days I don't feel like ... much. The words not only had helped Naoto come back to reality but made her almost want to cry. When had she last broken down anyways? Years ... probably when her parents died. And yeah she'd always heard it was never good to hold emotions back. But it hadn't been done intentionally. She'd just ... done so much to keep herself busy, be it with the police force or another source of work. But now that she was feeling it again, Naoto forgot how strong it could be and how the force tried to increase when one fought against it. It is but ... I'm kinda used to it. Going from sociopath to emo huh? Nonetheless, it was another true set of words. Her head shook as a few light pants left. .... I'm ... not feeling so good. She finally admitted, the rest of her body steadily beginning to get hot despite being in a place with air conditioning and wearing light clothing.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

He wasn't too god at reading people, but Naoto didn't look particularly good to the bad boy. She looked a little sick...That was really quick to get sick. He swore she was fine just a minute ago. Maybe it was the air inside of the Junes...? No one is ever used to being alone. I'd go crazy if I was by myself all the time. Kanji was on a roll today. He was surprised that he had never gotten anything like this out of his system before. He just hoped he could keep it going. But his attention shifted back to her illness that was suddenly springing upon her, as indicated by what she had spoken. He racked his mind for a response, running a hand through his bleached hair. Are you alright...? Good job. Pinnacle of charisma right there.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png The same urges had been going back and forth, trying to take over Naoto's body while she fought it off simultaneously. Her steps began to become less stable, to the point where she'd swayed lightly and the dark eyes were going through rapid eye movement. All of it she'd noticed and felt upon herself but was trying to keep it hidden away from Kanji. Then again, with him being so close that wouldn't be as easy of a task to accomplish. The better wording, maybe, is no one should be used to being alone. She managed to reply, the tone of her voice softer than it'd been. Kanji wasn't the only one astounded at how well this was going aside from the abrupt panic attack. But excluding that, the talk was otherwise going really well. And it likely wasn't showing very well on Naoto's face ... but she truly was content to have begun to made progress for the better with Kanji. A weak chuckle managed to leave her lips as he inquired whether she was well or not. She'd just hinted the answer was no seconds ago .. and yet he was still asking. The gesture was nice, she knew. But this was one of those times where actions needed to be taken rather than double checking up. Not ... not really, no.. A hand raised up to try to feel her forehead. Before it could reach it's destination, though, her hand fell back to her side. Gravity began to guide Naoto's body towards the floor as the alluring urge finally won and her consciousness began to fade.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

It had been a really awkward and strange conversation so far. That was how things typically were handled between Naota and Kanji. They'd never truly got over that earlier strangeness between them, when she'd asked him out and everything. Not that he helped the situation at all. For the first time, he felt like there was something there. At least a little bit. Then she collapsed on the ground. This day was just getting better and better by the moment. He didn't know she was that sick. She probably shouldn't have come out then. He'd seen the signs of her 4 Kanji stopped her of course before she hit the tiled ground, but it was a little surprising, having her drop out of nowhere. He held her in his arms, raising an eyebrow at her. You're definitely not okay... He muttered. Can you hear me...?
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png Even in her mostly unconscious state, Naoto could feel some of her instincts trying to work. About half of Kanji's speech was being comprehended into her mind despite her exhausted state. Though with only getting some of it and not the entire thing, it wasn't making as much sense as it otherwise should have. Damnit, no. Get up. This is ... ridiculous, embarrassing .... But of course, what she wanted and her body were two different issues. The detective's eyes remained closed, her chest gently rose and fell to at least signal it wasn't anything worse than having passed out. Her head weakly slumped against Kanji's chest as a low groan elicited from her lips. It seemed that would be the best reply he'd get for now. She kind of heard him .. and yet didn't at the same time. But there was a higher portion of Naoto that was still out and unconscious as opposed to being more alert and awake like she should.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

If that groan was the best that she could get out, Kanji supposed that she wasn't really sick. She passed out, but it was a lot better than her having something actually life threatening. From the best that he could tell. He hoped that it wasn't something life threatening. There was also the matter of his shopping. He had already gotten everything from the list, but he really couldn't leave her there on the ground. He debated putting her in the cart, but he doubted the staff would allow him to. In the end, he just supposed that he was going to have to carry her. She didn't look that heavy after all. His day just kept getting more and more interesting it seemed. It took a bit of maneuvering, and more than a few close calls, but he managed to get her onto his back. Her chest was pressed against his back, but he tried not to think about that. Taking one last look back at the cart full of supplies, he sighed. There goes all that hard work. Try and hold onto me, alright? He advised.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png Kanji would find yet another guess had been correct. She didn't seem to be much over one hundred pounds with how easy it was to hoist her. The moving around, however, was a different story. Much like the fabric specialist, the day was going along rather ... interestingly. Naoto wouldn't have used the word 'smoothly' but it was definitely eventful nonetheless. The passing out had been an additional factor she hadn't at all intended on expecting to occur. All the same, Kanji had been correct with his earlier words on not being good with everything. Unfortunately, this would include predicting the future or anything of the like. The words 'hold on' managed to register well enough into the detective's mind. A hand weakly slid up and took a hold of his shoulder. True, it probably would have been smarter to wrap both arms around his neck. But even if she were more awake than current, Naoto didn't .. feel like pressing her luck? Was that it? She knew what was trying to go through her head but not quite how to word it. Regardless, the point was she didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than was already almost no doubt happening already. But she didn't wish to fall either and it'd been one reason her instincts kicked in and obliged with the idea to hold onto him.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Kanji had held her legs from his side pretty easily, though again, the process of getting her onto his back was a dubious process at best. It took a moment for him to get on their way. Wherever that was. They got more than a few looks as they passed out of the store, and more than a few as they actually got out onto the road. It took awhile, but his house finally in sight. He had been sweating a little, and breathed a sigh of relief. That was the only place he could think of dropping her. He slipped inside of the humble abode quickly, thankful his mother wasn't home to ask all sorts of weird questions about the strange girl he was carrying on his back. That was what he was thankful for. Looking around for somewhere to drop her, a nearby bedroll proved to be the solution he was looking for. There you go...
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png What's .... happening? Not that she didn't trust the biker. But Naoto had never been fond of being kept in the dark, as it were. And when it included something directly involving herself, the feelings were all the more stronger. Her eyes slowly opened every now and again. She saw the interior of Junes, the streets outside, and ... a ... house? But it wasn't hers. So it was fair to assume it was Kanji's. The unfamiliar feeling of a bedroll that didn't register as the one from her own place finally confirmed well enough where she was. ...Ungh ... Another groan left as she tried to keep her eyes open. It ... was somewhat succeeding. They were staying in view for more than twenty seconds as opposed to remaining completely shut like earlier. But she still wasn't wide awake either. However, she had managed to notice one of the times her eyes revealed themselves the lack of bags behind or beside Kanji. .. Sorry .... I made you get side tracked ... Her hand began sliding to her pocket to reach for her wallet. Guilt mixed in with the embarrassment she'd been feeling since the urge to pass out had begun to dominate her body. The right course of action, in Naoto's mind, seemed to be to compensate Kanji. But knowing he hadn't finished his shopping because of her didn't make the detective feel good about herself. And somehow... she felt obligated to make up for that. Unfortunately, that trait tended to be one she'd inherited, likely from one of her parents. Naoto was often very self-sacrificing. After all, Adachi had gotten to her because she let herself be seen on television and thus purposely used as bait to help solve the case. Otherwise, it never would have happened. And even off the job, she could keep and try to use that trait .. a bit too much. It'd been another thing others had insisted she should try to work on not using so much along with giving herself breaks every now and again. Truth be told, that was definitely another factor which had helped her faint. As much as the detective had indeed tried to relax, most of her break had been spent working. It wasn't always in or with the police force but the toll had finally added up after so long.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

It was nothing, Naoto. I imagine you'd do the same for me. If you, y'know, could pick me up. He hoped she would do the same for him. Otherwise it would be pretty redundant for him to have done that. Though he honestly probably still would have. So uh...Rest up, and I'll make sure you'll get home later. Or would you rather try and go now? Kanji hated to admit that he didn't want to her to leave so soon, but if she really wanted to leave, there wasn't much he could do about it. He enjoyed her company, as strange as it was. He looked away, a faint blush going across his face as he tried to stop that line of thought in it's tracks, slipping his hands in his pockets and sitting not too far away from her.
Thread: The End ... ?? (Yuna & Turncoat's 1x1)

Naoto Shirogane UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png UploadsNaotozps4efc6acd.png A smile smile formed on Naoto's face as she nodded. Mhm. I'd ... help you somehow. I'm not sure if it'd be done by lifting but yes. I'd figure a way to help you, regardless. The words made her hand halt as it fell beside her. Now the dark eyes were remaining open, having finished the rapid eye movement battle but the detective was still lying down on the bedroll. Her hands rose once again as she began rubbing any sleep away from her eyes. She stayed quiet and began to think on the offer. It made her even more nervous to remain in a foreign place than speaking with someone she hadn't seen often. In fact, she'd never been to any sleepover before, which was more or less what this would be. Gotta start sometime though, hm? And unfortunately, her mind was correct. Otherwise .... she'd never get used to anything. Besides, if she wanted to compensate him somehow, it would be best to accept the offer. Her head finally moved from side to side as she glanced up at Kanji. No. Trying to move now wouldn't be wise. I'm not even sure what triggered that ... I've never had it happen before. So I'll ... wait, give it time. A brief pause lingered over them as Naoto looked towards Kanji, noting his gaze averted from her. So she made as best eye contact with him. Her smile widened as she spoke again. ... Thanks again. I'm ... not used to a lot of things. I don't think I really thanked anyone properly from the investigation team for even really letting me help or join. Her mouth had opened again to continue, but she just left it at that. Naoto had already explained her case, he probably wouldn't wanna hear her rant forever and ever. Though to be fair, she couldn't blame him. That was understandable. After a while, the detective would hear of her own self speaking if nothing else.
Thread: Vega\\Following the illusive trail of love //sno

It was early.... So friggan early on the morning. Viktor was no early bird and yet he was being disturbed by the purring and meowing in his ears as soft fur enveloped the entirety of his face. 36 Kain! Abell! The tiny blonde shouted with all the air in his lungs. Suddenly two large muscled men came charging into the darkness of his ridiculously large room. Viktor needn't say a word the men went to work removing the cat from his face. fuckin feline.... Viktor groaned as he looked up at the men now restraining the cat. Order the chef to immediately do away with the mangy mutt. Feed the fucker to dogs. Perhaps he was being overactive about the situation.... However if the staff new not to mess up his beauty sleep.... Such a lowly creature should know better as well. In his eyes anyway. Vik quickly dismissed his guards before falling back into a peaceful slumber. Finally the sun had arose and Viktor had awaken still in a shitty mood from being awaken so early in the morning. Knock. Knock. There were several knocks at his door and he couldn't help a groggy moan as he staggered over to his large doubled doors opening them just slightly to glare at the man on the other side. wut the hell do you want? Well your breakfast is ready and your father has enlisted a new staff member. He should be here shortly. Wutever..... Vik groaned as he sauntered to rhe back of his room. Viktor finally arrived downstairs after an hour or so dressed in a flowing white dress like shirt that stopped just above his silken white thighs. For pants, he wore tight black shorts that stopped mid thigh and on his feet were white thigh high lace stockings. His hair was down to his back in a neat braid, his bangs combed over his left eye. At the front doors were his patents and this new servant. He was peculiar looking. Introduce yourself. His parents said. Vik managed a crooked smile as he lifted his head high. I'm Viktor Ruiize..... He said in a voice of disdain. Hmph... Viktor didn't need to introduce himself nor shake the slave's hand. He was there to work. His parents smiled then dismissed themselves leaving the two alone.