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Stars and garters above! Isn't it time for a new post? The last one is just so... big now, isn't it? I don't know if even I could take it... ♥

SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART FIVEAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly

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"Ouch," he said out loud, sympathetically. And then tried to lean discreetly in trajectory with the air flow of the floor fan, so that he could breathe deeply of something that for once wasn't vetiver. "How did you do that?"

Outside, the cicadas were humming, and a little plastic inflatable pool was slowly being filled with water, the unsatisfactory speed at which that was occurring the reason why they were sitting there, in the 30.3C of the Dojima's living room, discussing a surface hemmorage that may or may not have been considered a national tribute.

"It was totally this baseball," Yosuke told him, excitedly, almost slapping Souji in the face as he elaborately hand-gestured his way to a reenactment of the event. At least he finally pulled his shirt back down, though the way it clung tightly to his waist and shoulders may in fact have made the situation worse. He was excruciatingly cute when he was excited, though, and he was at his most excited when he was telling a story, so Souji settled back, leaning back against the hardwood floor propped up on his palms, and just let it be. Go ahead, he thought dizzily; perhaps a bit stupidly, considering: just break my nose. Please. I'll probably actually like it, so long as you do it while you're smiling.

"Actually, it was a fence post - no, technically, it was... Well, whatever, I was running at the fence post because of that kid - you remember the one, right?"

"Nope," said Souji, smiling serenely.

"Anyway, it was me, and him, and - huh?" Yosuke paused, in the process of counting fingers out on his left hand, then waved the digits in front of his face, dismissively. "Dude, sure you do. It's that one kid - Nakajima-kun, or what-the-hell-ever, that you tutored part-time when you were here last year."

"Oh." Actually, he could see it, when he bothered to apply a formula to it. Shu always had sort of reminded him of a snobbier, considerably smarter version of Yosuke. Not that Yosuke was dumb, by any measure. Just...consistently distracted. Well, that was sort of irrelevant, on the whole. Souji tapped fingers against the hardwood floor a bit irritably, irrationally angry at his parents for being so successful. As much as he liked listening to the brunet tell an exaggerated and in some parts likely fabricated series of events, he would have liked even more to have been a part of if himself. "So...you, Shu, and...?" he prompted, tapping his toes along with his hands.

"Right." Apparently satisfied, Yosuke went back to using his fingers as a substitute abacus. "Me, and him, and Kanji, and Naoki Konishi, and those two assholes from 3-3 - "

"'Those two assholes'...?" Souji repeated, probing for clarification, but wasn't really surprised when he received none. True to form, Yosuke was passionate about the things that interested him, but had an uncanny ability to simply gloss over the rest.

"Right," he went on, happily, "those two assholes. I don't know, Kanji knows them, somehow. I think they're teaching him how to drive. Which - holy Christ. Kanji, behind the wheel of a car. Can you imagine? Do you know that he smashed some dude's sideview mirror in, just because the guy wouldn't wait for some duck and it's ducklings to finish crossing the street? And then went home and made an afghan. That's whack. That's seriously..."

"So...those two assholes from 3-3, and...?" Souji reiterated, a bit tiredly this time, because it was about 35C outside and he was getting kind of pricklish, honestly, about all of these people and their events and their lives and how he was no longer allowed to be a part of them. Inside, there was a burdgeoning sense of paranoid. Need me! he wanted to scream. Miss me, depend on me, turn to ashes without me! At least whack off to my picture at night, for God's sake! But of course, subtraction was a mathematical method that would produce entirely different solutions when written in the reverse, so he was aware more than anyone that he was wishing in vain.