- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Action-adventure, adult characters, alternate universe, anime, crime drama, cyberpunk, darker themes, drama, dystopia, eastern, edo, epic quest, fairy tale, fantasy, feudal, futuristic, grimdark, heian, high fantasy, low fantasy, magic, modern, modern fantasy, modern scifi, paranormal, psychological, romance, scifi, supernatural, urban fantasy.
It seemed that a routine had developed between the two. When they went out, it was usually to some place Soma had wanted to go. He wondered if maybe Tatsuya just liked going places on his own, but said nothing. It was possible that this wasn't the case and he was just humoring the human, but he didn't think about it too much. The blonde paused at Tatsuya's question, a somewhat stricken look on his face. It was a bit unusual of him to ask such a thing. Even so, Soma flopped onto the couch beside him. "Something the matter?"