OPEN POST: Yusuke Kitagawa (Fox) - Persona 5

[wantsnudes]

Permanently open post! Come help me voicetest/pose for Yusuke's art/feed this starving boy idk. Or if you need inspiration, roll a prompt from the random scenario meme.

EDIT (FEB 2021): Yusuke is vanilla, Royal, or PQ2 compliant! Let me know what your preferences are if you have any. I haven't played Strikers yet, so please hold off on tagging me with any new characters or spoilers for the time being.

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[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke huffs, brushing off his sleeve and straightening it. So rude...! Though at least she's interested in his art. He's about to object to her getting so close to the painting, but she doesn't actually touch it.]

Many of humanity's worst sins can be traced back to an excess of desire. To those innocent of such evil things, it may be difficult to understand... but it is an unfortunate truth that many of the most dangerous people in this world act because they are driven by those desires.

[trompeloeil]

[ she frowns as she listens. As young and sheltered from the world ( literally ) as Mary is, Yusuke's explanation doesn't make much sense to her. Are the things she did to get out of the gallery 'sins' or 'evil' just because she wanted to leave so badly? ]

You're lying. I just wanted to make friends and have a family. I'm not dangerous. [ at least not the way she sees it. The faint distress disappearing from her features, Mary makes a scornful face at the painting. ] The artist should have called this something else.

[wantsnudes]

[His expression tightens into a frown, but otherwise he says nothing. That kind of unprompted denial is the kind that only a guilty party can give, after all, but he knows nothing about her. And... well, she's young. She could have easily just misunderstood his explanation.]

Actually, I'm the artist. [He'll let her previous comment slide for now, folding his arms.] If you had the choice, what would you name it, Miss...?

[trompeloeil]

Ah...!

[ no, not her name — but she starts when Yusuke claims the painting as his. Turning away from it in a whirl of green skirts, she gazes at him with wide eyes, her earlier moodiness seemingly forgotten. ]

I'm Mary. You painted this? [ she looks him up and down. ] But you're not old!

[wantsnudes]

Hm? You needn't act so surprised; not all painters are old.

[Her innocent reaction is rather a contrast to how she was only moments ago. What an interesting girl...]

Actually, I'm still just a student of art. I have much to learn.