#𝙰𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 [ POST PERSONA 5 ROYAL ]

[jesterofinaba]

^ eboy who thinks analog horror fucks severely and massively vibes with the lore and the aesthetic of it all

^ too much of a weenie to actually watch most of it without all the lights being on and covers their eyes during the scary parts

happy halloween adachy

[jesterofinaba]

[Maruki] It’s that time of year again! Maruki’s grinning as he’s got an apron on, and a bunch of meals made for Adachi on this excellent day!

“Happy Birthday, Adachi-san!”

adachi's birthday

Of course, this was just another stupid ploy by Maruki-san to make sure he consumed 2500 calories a day, or whatever it was. He wasn't as underweight has he had been back in Inaba, thank you, and he wasn't a fan of taking handouts.

...He'll make a small exception, because no one is looking, and because by technicality this is a birthday present.

"You really spent all day in the kitchen, huh? You need a hobby, Doc."

Nonetheless, he sits down, and does take part in eating the meal prepared for him. That is as good as a thank you in Adachi's book.

[jesterofinaba]

“If you relate to me, please seek help immediately.

...I can’t be saved, but maybe you can.”

[jesterofinaba]

starter | @jestersclowns​

After having finished his shift at the bar, Adachi was glad for a little downtime while he waited for his taxi driver friend to show up on his way back from work and give him a ride home. Adachi hums contentedly to himself - a sure sign that he thought he was alone and wouldn’t bothered for a while. He was sloppily shuffling a deck of cards, fanning them out, and practicing one of his tricks. He’d had it down ever since he was a kid: you had to shuffle the deck all messy, half the cards the wrong way up, and miraculously, the chosen card by the spectator would end up the only odd one out.

It wasn’t like it was a trick that he’d ever show anyone, but it was one that he liked the way it looked. 

When he notices Maruki watching him, he starts. Jesus, the guy needed to put on a bell. He soon covers it up with a grin, holding up the odd card out.

“Sorry, even though I’m not a professional, you’re still gonna have to pay a fee for watching that trick.”

[jesterofinaba]

[Maruki] What’s dat??? Youse Ace??? Dats cool.

“Ace, aro, and enby.

Triple threat, baby. I got three whole days where I'm immune.

Soon we'll take over the rest of the year."

[jesterofinaba]

“Court-mandated therapy is based. They’re forced to hear me bitch about things and hear the villainous monologues I never got to use!

I also figured out through this bullshit that I can spite my way to being better than everyone! Can you imagine?! The minute I had better coping mechanisms and antidepressants and no longer used alcohol to cope was the minute I became able to stomp the hell out of you, brats!

Ahaha!”

[jesterofinaba]

“If Marina and the Diamonds didn’t completely read me for filth with every damn song, maybe things would’ve been different.”

You’ll never guess that he’s been listening to the Family Jewels again.

[jesterofinaba]

Sips his frappuccino. He’s drinking the sugariest, chocolatey-est, whipped cream-iest drink on the menu. There’s probably only a splash of coffee in it.

With the ponytail and glasses on top of his better maintained appearance, his eboy look is becoming more and more complete.

“Fuck off. It tastes good.”

[jesterofinaba]

@coffee-stains-and-migraines | from here

Oh, she’s plastered. Guess Sadayo was just as excited about getting a break from looking after the brats all semester as she’d been saying. Even more, judging by the state of things.

Tohru leans forward in his seat next to his sister, resting his arms on the counter. He looked like he’d just gotten out of work, dressed casually, and he reached up to tie his hair back. It was getting almost as long as Sadayo’s now. He raises an eyebrow at her with a small smirk when she asks why he’s here.

“Got off shift at the bar a half-hour ago. Pretty sure this one’s gonna close soon, too, and you’re a moron if you think I’d let you stumble all the way back to the apartment, Sadayo.

You had a water yet or have you been drinking irresponsibly?” It’s what she gets for having a bartender for a twin.

[jesterofinaba]

The fact that he was even aware of Adachi’s birthday ought to have been enough, but that would have meant actually approaching him and saying something. The sentimentality of it was enough to make him feel sick, and for a time he had considered doing nothing at all. Birthdays and holidays—they were things that were still foreign to Goro, celebrations he understood in theory, but likely would never understand on an emotional level. But while he didn’t feel things the way most people did, he was no longer the type of person to do things just because someone said he should. So when he found himself at one of Tokyo’s most celebrated bakeries he had to stop and ask himself just what he thought he actually was doing. Did he really care whether or not Adachi had something on his birthday? Gift-giving was a bit beyond him, but a cake at least was something easy, something that said he didn’t care too much. Although he did make sure to look through each of the flavors and pick out something he felt Adachi would actually enjoy. During his time in the public eye Goro had been sure to eat at places like this, expensive bakeries, beautiful sweets that looked more like works of art than confectionaries, and he knew these cakes were much more than just a fancy name with a hefty price tag. Of course he could have gone with something cheap, given the fact that he wasn’t making much money these days. After all, if he didn’t care, what did it matter if the cake was expensive, or wrapped in convenience store plastic?

Well, maybe Adachi wouldn’t make a fuss about it and they could both go back to pretending like they didn’t care. The box would be left without a word, without even a card. If Adachi was too much of a fool to figure it out, then that was his own problem, not Goro’s.

Adachi's birthday - Accepting!

Sure, Adachi had, in a moment of sappy weakness where he'd really decided to sit down and make something worthwhile, gotten the Akechi brat something for his birthday a few months prior, but he had never expected in a million years getting something for his own birthday. His birthday was something that the ex-con had never even celebrated, not even as a kid, so he hadn't expected anything.

When he opened the box, he half expected to find a threat letter or a brick through his window or demand for a ransom, so he was pleasantly surprised to see a cake sitting inside.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that the cake inside was a fancy one, too. One of the ones from the bougie, uptown bakeries with delicacies that Adachi had never been able to afford and never will. It was a chocolate one, drizzled in dark and milk chocolate, with beautifully shaped fondant and decorated with gold leaf. It wasn't just expensive, it looked like a goddamn painting.

He's already salivating. God damn his sweet tooth, and he'd never tell anyone, but he really did like sweets, chocolate especially. The richer and sugarier, the better.

Sort of the opposite of Akechi, he mused, already grabbing a fork and taking a bite of the cake, cutting slices be damned. (And shit, was it tasty.) As long as they'd known each other, he'd never liked that kinda stuff, and made fun of Adachi for eating peasant food like cheap candy bars and Big Bang Burger.

This fancy shit reminded him a lot of that Detective Prince shtick, not to mention that Akechi would have been one of the few people observant enough to realize that he liked chocolate. Plus, he'd gotten the brat a present on a day that just so happen to coincide with the kid's birthday.

Nope. Couldn’t be the kid. They hated each other. He’s not thinking about it any more because it makes his eyes sting if he thinks about it any more.

He takes another small bite of cake, savoring the taste, as he takes out his phone.

To [Akechi Goro]: You wouldn't have something to do with this free cake that's been left on my table, would you?

To [Akechi Goro]: That, or I have a secret admirer who couldn't wait for White Day. Might have to throw them in the TV in that case. - Adachi Tohru

[jesterofinaba]

"Alright Adachi-san, open your eyes!"

When Adachi opens his eyes, he'll find a couple of presents along with a homemade cake waiting for him. Once he opens the gifts, he'll find some more model guns that Maruki had noticed weren't in his collection yet.

Along with that... he'd find a magic kit. It's never too late to follow your passions, after all.

"Happy birthday, Adachi-san!"

Adachi's Birthday - Accepting!

Maruki had insisted that he close his eyes for some kind of surprise, and Adachi was internally dreading it the entire time. He'd never been one to shout out that hey, he was another year older and another year towards the grave, but Maruki unfortunately had had access to his information via public record... and had asked him when it was pretty insistently when he'd first become convinced they were friends.

Which they weren't, obviously. He just puts up with stupid shit like this.

When he does open his eyes, he has to stop himself from looking too shocked. Was all this shit really for him? He'd never seen this many presents for him in his life. And a cake... he'd grumble about it now, but his sweet tooth was anxious to have a piece.

Inside the boxes... a few new model guns (ones he had embarrassingly talked the Doc's ear off about when he'd dragged the other to Untouchable, he can't believe the sap even remembered), and...

He picks up the magic kit. Even an actor like Adachi can't hide the sparkle of amazement in his eyes.

"You really are insistent about me taking that whole waste of time magic thing seriously, huh...?

I... shit. Uh."

He gives Maruki a stiff, awkward bow in lieu of a thank you.

"You, uh. Didn't have to do this. But now that you have, I'm eating all of this cake myself!”

[jesterofinaba]

"Kururu~!"

...That seal plushie seems to be alive.

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

Who the hell left this thing here? It definitely wasn't Adachi's, he'd never been one for plush toys even as a kid. Maybe that was because he was never really given any. Who knew.

Still, he picks it up to try and see if there's some indication it belongs to his sister - because why else would it end up in his apartment? - when it makes a noise and moves like it's alive.

"GAHH-!"

Adachi screams shrilly and immediately drops the seal.

[jesterofinaba]

Psst. Psst. Freaky Friday.

Send "Freaky Friday" for our muses to have a body swap episode - Do not send unless I have given you express permission

The first thing that Adachi realizes when he wakes up is that he's in a bed. He'd been crashing on Maruki's couch for the past while, since he'd finally been given parole from prison, and so the fact that he was in the bed and not there was weird. Only thought on how he got there was that since he just so happened to be pretty damn light, the Doc might have picked him up and carried him to the bed, which was equally really fucking weird and probably exactly the kind of self-sacrificing BS that Maruki would do.

When he goes to stand is when shit starts to look off. Those are not what his hands look like. Or his legs. Scrambling for the phone on the nightstand (Maruki's), he catches a glimpse of his reflection and...

"DOC?!"

Immediately he bolts into the living room to shake the living daylights out of himself in panic.

[jesterofinaba]

“They don’t give a damn about you, but I do. Come with me.”

Confined and Convicted Starters - No Longer Accepting

“I know they don’t. You’re preaching to the choir, Doc.”

He wanted to add that he thought the jury was still out as to whether Maruki really gave a damn about him, but he decides not to. Partially because he knew it would upset the other and partially because he really didn’t believe it. After all the shit the two of them had been through, and how Maruki cared about everything, it was pretty obvious that he did.

Especially because the Doc was the one to actually pick him up.

He’d been given the opportunity to be released from prison on parole, since there was lack of sufficient evidence in his case despite his full confession and cooperation. He accepted his lot just like he promised those brats he would, but without the Doc around.. he would have had nowhere to go. Maybe with Dojima-san, but he didn’t want to intrude. He didn’t want to with Maruki, either, but he’d insisted.

It was the first time he’d seen the other man in his taxi driver uniform since he’d gotten the job - he’d never worn it on the occasions he’d visited Adachi in prison after the fall of Maruki’s palace. He playfully reaches up and takes his hat, putting it on his own head with a smirk.

“You know, Doc, if you don’t have to drive around any more schmucks today... they gave me my wallet back. I’ve got just enough for dinner or a few drinks, and I want something besides prison food.

Do I gotta pay you for the ride, or does that work for you?”

[jesterofinaba]

@coffee-stains-and-migraines​ | from here

“Well, can you blame a guy? I swear, half the time I try and pick up these shiny things my character sinks into the fuckin’ ground, or my guys disappear.”

Adachi turns and flops backwards onto the couch so that he’s hanging upside-down off the back.

“And I need to give my Murkrow something that make him adequately badass.” He shows off his switch, where the little digital bird chirps, hearts and music notes appearing above its head. “He can’t rely on the other Pokemon underestimating him all the time.”

[jesterofinaba]

"You're one of those they/he's? That's so cool."

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

Loudly sucks their straw so that they get all of the whipped cream out of the bottom of their frappuccino.

Holds up a peace sign, face still the same amount of deadpan.

"That's me. I got my gender taken away as another condition of my parole."