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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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And now I strangely want to see more Adachi/Nanako.
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Houses change less than their owners. Without the ability to adapt, they remain constantly antiquated. The Dojima residence is still quaint, small, and reeking of a presence that isn’t there, but used to be. It’s worse now that Nanako has moved out, leaving Dojima alone to brew his own coffee every morning, and leave the lukewarm half-cup beside the kitchen sink until it stains the inside with dark brown rings.
“There’s a futon in the guest room. You have to roll it out by yourself,” says Dojima, throwing the house keys on the couch as his daughter’s car pulls away on the street. Adachi hasn’t moved from the doorway. He only vaguely remembers this place, eating sushi in the living room, dragging his tipsy partner to the couch, thinking about whether or not Dojima’s nephew could fit in that television in the corner.
“What are you doing?” asks Dojima, turning around, in the way that means Why are you still standing there? instead of It better not be murder. Adachi blinks ( ... )
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Houses change less than their owners. Without the ability to adapt, they remain constantly antiquated. The Dojima residence is still quaint, small, and reeking of a presence that isn’t there, but used to be. It’s worse now that Nanako has moved out, leaving Dojima alone to brew his own coffee every morning, and leave the lukewarm half-cup beside the kitchen sink until it stains the inside with dark brown rings.
“There’s a futon in the guest room. You have to roll it out by yourself,” says Dojima, throwing the house keys on the couch as his daughter’s car pulls away on the street. Adachi hasn’t moved from the doorway. He only vaguely remembers this place, eating sushi in the living room, dragging his tipsy partner to the couch, thinking about whether or not Dojima’s nephew could fit in that television in the corner.
“What are you doing?” asks Dojima, turning around, in the way that means Why are you still standing there? instead of It better not be murder. Adachi blinks ( ... )
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NEED MOAR, AUTHORNON ♥!
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