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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
“Yeah, you probably did deserve it,” she admits, noticeably staring at the black circle around the eye socket, but because she has always been the kind of girl who is wary of people’s feelings (even if they didn’t deserve it), she amends it with a sympathetic, “It looks like it hurts, Adachi-san.” Dojima rolls his eyes, knowing that when given the chance, Adachi loved nothing better than complaining. Adachi doesn’t fail to deliver, for once, and the flash of his smile is lightning quick before the theatrics ensue.
“Ouch, it really does, Nanako-chan, smarts like a bitch!” he whines, making an exaggerated show of touching the skin and sucking in a breath. Nanako rolls her eyes, picking up the darndest traits from her father and all the right ones from her mother, and smiles a little at his antics.
When Dojima falls asleep, still dangling a can from his fingertips, she takes it out of his hand and sets it on the table. It looks like a practiced motion; she has been doing this for years. “Why does he let you stay?” she asks suddenly, not accusing, but curious. She was too young to really understand what Adachi had done, and as an adult, only has pieces of second-hand knowledge of the situation. Most avoid talking about it. People move on. She knows that he is a criminal, she knows the word murder, but she also knows that her father can live with that, and there is no one in the world she trusts as much as Dojima.
Adachi, who has been expecting something like this, leans against the television set (an LCD set now, replaced some time over the past decade or so), hand resting on the top, and fingers tapping rhythmically against the top of the solid screen without going through. “Don’t know,” he says.
“Are you planning on anything? What are you going to do?” she asks, tilting her head. He is a difficult person to read, and everything about him suggests something he’s not, or is and is pretending he’s not.
He seems to find the question funny, and he laughs. He glances at Dojima, at Nanako, and then, for some reason, at the refrigerator. Because walls wear over time, Nanako wonders if he knows his expression eases, looking tired. Adachi looks old, she realizes, older and younger than her father, in the way that sometimes, her cousin looks younger and older, heavy with secrets. As he answers, he smiles to himself. “I don’t know. I never do.”
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