I'm afraid I simply couldn't resist the horrible nature of this pairing. Based on Persona 3 (not FES) locations. I do hope you enjoy, and when I reacquire Photoshop (a glorious computer crashing led to the loss of the beginning of your gift, so I do apologize for the wait), I will likely deliver you more gifts.
Sometimes, Ikutsuki can't help but come here-the feeling of the people, the meandering through of each individual, it makes him realize how little potential there is to life. These people would embrace the coming months, would embrace the time they have, but they don't: they don't know they have to. He smiles easily as he settles into his place at the station, arms crossed over his chest, head canted to the side for the sake of listening to the passing conversations. When the Fall would come, he wouldn't have to listen to this anymore; no one would have to.
"They won't have to bear this life for long," he murmurs. It's meant half for himself, half for someone else, but he knows no one will hear him. No one notices someone like him. Ikutsuki decides that is quite the point.
He cants his head back and starts thinking up jokes for the meeting the next evening just as Minato passes by him, heading toward the man in the grey suit. Ikutsuki notices that it's the man from the home shopping program. His slender form slides forward as he watches the exchange between Minato and Tanaka-Minato listens intently as Tanaka speaks selfishly about himself, speaks about his arrangement, and Ikutsuki finds himself intrigued that Minato listens intently. What purpose is there to this? When Minato leaves, Ikutsuki rises him and heads toward the man, sliding his fingers over the man's shoulder and forcing forward the best smile.
"You're interested in my services, too?" Tanaka asks as he turns toward Ikutsuki. He pauses as he looks at Ikutsuki, and it seems as if he carefully hides a grimace. "You'll take a lot of work, compared to that good looking kid."
"Ah, no," Ikutsuki replies. "I'm supposed to be his guardian of sorts for a while. You don't look like the type to attract him."
"You'd be surprised," Tanaka says ambiguously. "With the way this world is going, it'd make sense that he'd do that. But my services, they're legitimate. For the most part, that is. Are you interested?"
Ikutsuki shakes his head. "But I do believe we should have a conversation about the ... way this world is going. Perhaps it would be best if we went somewhere else?"
"You'll have to pay me if you want those services," Tanaka says quickly.
When he takes a step back onto the balls of his feet, Ikutsuki realizes he's not against the idea. He smiles again and says: "I do have a connection to the Kirijo Group. I assure you that money won't prove to be a problem for any services you offer, as long as I can have your ear."
Tanaka appears to perk up at this (Ikutsuki isn't surprised-he's one of the permeating problems in this world), and cants his head toward an exit. "I'll call me ride and we'll be going then, Mister ..."
"Ikutsuki. Ikutsuki Shuji. I'm glad to make your acquaintance."
Sometimes, Ikutsuki can't help but come here-the feeling of the people, the meandering through of each individual, it makes him realize how little potential there is to life. These people would embrace the coming months, would embrace the time they have, but they don't: they don't know they have to. He smiles easily as he settles into his place at the station, arms crossed over his chest, head canted to the side for the sake of listening to the passing conversations. When the Fall would come, he wouldn't have to listen to this anymore; no one would have to.
"They won't have to bear this life for long," he murmurs. It's meant half for himself, half for someone else, but he knows no one will hear him. No one notices someone like him. Ikutsuki decides that is quite the point.
He cants his head back and starts thinking up jokes for the meeting the next evening just as Minato passes by him, heading toward the man in the grey suit. Ikutsuki notices that it's the man from the home shopping program. His slender form slides forward as he watches the exchange between Minato and Tanaka-Minato listens intently as Tanaka speaks selfishly about himself, speaks about his arrangement, and Ikutsuki finds himself intrigued that Minato listens intently. What purpose is there to this? When Minato leaves, Ikutsuki rises him and heads toward the man, sliding his fingers over the man's shoulder and forcing forward the best smile.
"You're interested in my services, too?" Tanaka asks as he turns toward Ikutsuki. He pauses as he looks at Ikutsuki, and it seems as if he carefully hides a grimace. "You'll take a lot of work, compared to that good looking kid."
"Ah, no," Ikutsuki replies. "I'm supposed to be his guardian of sorts for a while. You don't look like the type to attract him."
"You'd be surprised," Tanaka says ambiguously. "With the way this world is going, it'd make sense that he'd do that. But my services, they're legitimate. For the most part, that is. Are you interested?"
Ikutsuki shakes his head. "But I do believe we should have a conversation about the ... way this world is going. Perhaps it would be best if we went somewhere else?"
"You'll have to pay me if you want those services," Tanaka says quickly.
When he takes a step back onto the balls of his feet, Ikutsuki realizes he's not against the idea. He smiles again and says: "I do have a connection to the Kirijo Group. I assure you that money won't prove to be a problem for any services you offer, as long as I can have your ear."
Tanaka appears to perk up at this (Ikutsuki isn't surprised-he's one of the permeating problems in this world), and cants his head toward an exit. "I'll call me ride and we'll be going then, Mister ..."
"Ikutsuki. Ikutsuki Shuji. I'm glad to make your acquaintance."
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Also DON'T WORRY ABOUT OTHER GIFTS, take your time, and this one really made me happy enough for like NINE THOUSAND GIFTES XD
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