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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
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"I knew it! You were totally spacing out! Tch, you're an ass." So saying, the brunet jerked his face away with an irritated, but also obviously somewhat dejected frown, one that made Souji feel...well, like an ass, honestly.

"Sorry," he muttered ashamedly, drawing his knees up to his chest in defense, "I was..." Thinking about something else seemed insulting and grossly inadequate, on the whole, whereas thinking about being molested by you, brutally, and enjoying every second of it seemed like much more information than either of them had the desire to know. "I was...tired," he said at last, feeling like a shithead for lying but unable to further stomach the sight of that injured, achingly forlorn stare. "I didn't sleep much, on the train. I think all this heat must be making me drowsy."

"Oh." Like the sun that parted the clouds after a day of rain, Yosuke smiled, sympathetically. "Oh, right. Well, hey, I think the pool's done. You wanna take a dip, maybe, cool your brain; or do you just wanna lie down somewhere, for a while?"

One of these things will end with you with your shirt off. One of them will not. Er, theoretically. With odds of about 1,337 to 1, at least.

"I'll swim," said Souji.

"Cool. I'll shut off the hose and stuff, then. You get changed. Last one in is my nasty Aunt Kotoko, natch!" Cackling like a madman, Yosuke absconded out of the sliding glass door, almost forgetting to open it in time. A strange sense of loss infiltrated the room, which Souji could understand little and tolerate even less. Mathematically speaking, he should be feeling relief from the lowered heart rate and ressurection of his upper brain faculties, and yet in opposition to that, he felt... What was the word? Lonely? Similar, but off-measure by about 5 or so letters.

'Lovesick'. With tremendous odds, I'm fairly certain that's the sort of thing that Rise would say. And then try to flirt with me, in an example of the most misguided set of attentions ever. But I've been wondering, lately, if there isn't it's own sort of merit in a thing like that. Statistically, the chances of me finding her viable for anything other than that of a close friend are abhorrently low and yet she...persists, anyway. Measures the distance versus the velocity versus the pain of impact and just throws herself straight over the edge.

...I wish that I could be like that.

But he couldn't, and that was the truth of it, and that was why he got dressed in the hallway in a hurry instead of taking his time about it and putting on some sort of impromptu strip show. Why he looked, at the other boy shimmying out of his jeans in the living room like a wild snake, but couldn't bring himself to burst in on him. And looked away, before it got too dubious; before he sprouted an erection that even the most devoted of friends would be unable to ignore.

"Hurry up, dude!" Yosuke whined, from the living room, apparently forgetful of the fact that not 76 seconds before, this had been a race. Souji knotted the drawstring on his gunmetal grey swim trunks and sauntered out into the living room, trying to push numbers and theorems and mathematical probability out of his head for long enough to simply enjoy the afternoon and have fun. As a matter of fact, he noted with panic, feeling a sudden insecurity crop up in his head, when was the last time that he had ever thought of Yosuke as 'fun'? Or as anything other than heart-pounding and nerve-shattering, for that matter? What the hell was the point of preserving their friendship at it's current level if he couldn't sustain the same behaviorial quota in his head? Staring at the brunet in his blood-red swim shorts with his skinny hips and his small dark nipples and that stupid navel line of post-pubescent hair, Souji was horrified to discover that he didn't have an answer to that question.

And was also aware that he was staring.