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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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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... )
So I murdered him. Who cares? I wasn’t going to confess now; not yet.
Of course, the questioning had already begun. I’ve gone through this sort of thing before: you go in, you sit, you “chat it up” with some random dope who obviously ate too many donuts this morning, and then leave. Simple stuff. Nothing I couldn’t handle, no sir.
This, however, was a bit different.
Strange. Unsettling.
“Mr. Hertsfield.” A slim, graceful detective dressed in various hues of blue and a puffy hat addressed me with an air of importance; gingerly flipping through a thin stack of papers that were initially hidden in a manila folder. His eyes didn’t meet mine. Behind him, an ominous, intimidating looking guard dressed completely in black (with matching henchmen sunglasses, pfftttt.) stared me down. At least, I think he was staring me down. I couldn’t really see his eyes, though his hair was bright enough to blind a blind man. I squinted in his direction. He frowned, but continued to stand completely still. Lots of piercing, I noticed. Those blinded me too. Damn light from the ceiling bulbs reflected off of ‘em.
And…for some reason he was holding a giant, silver tray in one hand. What the hell was that? Goddamn, that thing was blinding me too. Were they trying to make me lose my eyesight?
“Mr. Hertsfield.” Mr. Hertsfield. “Concerning the death of Lenard Gorthen….we have evidence that places you at the crime scene. It’s not looking good for you at all.”
Uh-huh.
“Well, of course. Lenard was an old college buddy of mine.” Not. “We had a reunion about a week ago.”
“I see. Do you have witnesses to confirm that?”
“Of course. It was a big deal, y’know. Must’ve had about…more than thirty people at his house. I can’t even remember all of them, let alone---“
“NAOTO SIR, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE SIR!!~”
…..
What the fuck.
“Tatsumi, how did you know?” The detective chuckled heartily and handed the broad man an empty white cup with "#1 Detective" adorning it's side in bright pink letters (and unknown to me at the time, fine print underneath that read "from your Sugar-muffin-penguin-sweetheart") “Dark, no sugar.”
“YES SIR. RIGHT AWAY SIR. PERHAPS THE SUSPECT WOULD LIKE SOME OF MY DELICIOUS HOMEMADE COFFEE AS WELL???”
“Oh, I’m sure he would. Fetch him a cup too, would you?” he turned back to me now,” What kind?”
“Uh…what?” my mouth sagged a bit from the shock. Seriously. What was this?
“He wants dark, Tatsumi. Like his evil, contaminated puppy-killing soul.”
“UNDERSTOOD SIR!”
And just like that, he seemed to strut--- no, twirl, much like a ballerina, only not pretty or lovely but oh my god what the hell am I looking at out of the room and closed the door behind him with a loud thud that caused the feeble walls to vibrate slightly.
“Now. Where were we.”
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