NAOKI
OCCUPATION Saviour
BIRTHDAY New Years
SPECIES A superior
KILLS Depends
LIKES Co-workers, the smell of rot, human anatomy, taxidermy, The second human centipede, the first movie had a good concept but its just so boring "I wouldve done better" -Naoki, prolonged eye contact, people with too many mental setbacks and interesting stories, small animals with big organs, Motherhood, The sound of droning lights
DISLIKES Co-workers, high maintenance individuals, weak immune systems, uncleanliness, Stubborn people.
WHO IS HE Despite everything I need you to trust him wholeheartedly. Please follow his lead and turn a blind eye on any doubt you may face, far from gullible faces and people that don't matter. Because in this case, you don't need anything. A mouth, a nose, ears, eyes, no doubt, no touch, no sense of mind, no sense of uncertainty, no impulses, no consciousness, You need someone to think for you. Someone that loves you and he loves you so, so much.
As much love as he has he reeks of a Mother that doesn't hold any warmth for you anymore, but she pretends as though she does because what is she without you. Not a mother.
The smell of something unsettingly clean clings to him like a second skin, it's sweet yet it makes your head hurt. Keeping eye contact doesn't help, but you're unsure if you want the lightheaded feeling of blissful ignorance to pass. Just never assume you're on equal ground, you're human and you always will be, and if you aren't you'll never be human yet you'll never be his equal. You can't change and that's okay, no matter how disgusting and putrid and unlovable of a creature you are, he'll find a place in his heart for you.
Naoki manages the register on the rare occasion that there is anyone to serve, the other two tend to refer to him as a manager. A former medical student kicked out before he had the chance to graduate, despite it, he continues his practices in the shop's basement, he enjoys messing with life. A lot of his former goals have blurred into one conglomerate mess. He spends most of his days grateful that he will someday die.
OCCUPATION Saviour
BIRTHDAY New Years
SPECIES A superior
KILLS Depends
LIKES Co-workers, the smell of rot, human anatomy, taxidermy, The second human centipede, the first movie had a good concept but its just so boring "I wouldve done better" -Naoki, prolonged eye contact, people with too many mental setbacks and interesting stories, small animals with big organs, Motherhood, The sound of droning lights
DISLIKES Co-workers, high maintenance individuals, weak immune systems, uncleanliness, Stubborn people.
WHO IS HE Despite everything I need you to trust him wholeheartedly. Please follow his lead and turn a blind eye on any doubt you may face, far from gullible faces and people that don't matter. Because in this case, you don't need anything. A mouth, a nose, ears, eyes, no doubt, no touch, no sense of mind, no sense of uncertainty, no impulses, no consciousness, You need someone to think for you. Someone that loves you and he loves you so, so much.
As much love as he has he reeks of a Mother that doesn't hold any warmth for you anymore, but she pretends as though she does because what is she without you. Not a mother.
The smell of something unsettingly clean clings to him like a second skin, it's sweet yet it makes your head hurt. Keeping eye contact doesn't help, but you're unsure if you want the lightheaded feeling of blissful ignorance to pass. Just never assume you're on equal ground, you're human and you always will be, and if you aren't you'll never be human yet you'll never be his equal. You can't change and that's okay, no matter how disgusting and putrid and unlovable of a creature you are, he'll find a place in his heart for you.
Naoki manages the register on the rare occasion that there is anyone to serve, the other two tend to refer to him as a manager. A former medical student kicked out before he had the chance to graduate, despite it, he continues his practices in the shop's basement, he enjoys messing with life. A lot of his former goals have blurred into one conglomerate mess. He spends most of his days grateful that he will someday die.