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Oh, god damn it. I had the intent of replying to Dachi-mun but it seems like it'll have to wait.

I'm exhausted beyond belief.

'Night~ nwn

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✲✲✲!

Tension slipped into her veins like a needle injection. Inhale, exhale.. "This.. is none of your business," the Fool mumbled under her breath, but she felt like she had a gun lodged underneath her chin, and she wouldn't be given any easy way out. Three turn-ons? It was simple enough, but she felt her heart skip a few beats before leaping up into her throat. 

A deep breath, and she solidified herself, despite the gentle rose pink hue that danced across her features. "I.. like it a little rough.." A pause and her eyes closed. "A little romance never hurt, either.. and.." A third? This was harder than she thought, especially on the spot. "And.. foreplay." Her voice was quiet all the while, and the thoughts lingering in her mind flourished, causing her cheeks to heat up even further. Not helping the situation.

"--I-I'm not answering any further questions about this, Adachi-san." At least, definitely not now.

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For every " ✲ " I get I'll confess a turn on.

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{ √ Totally did not see this one coming, right? 8D; //falls over }

Saw that one coming from a mile away.

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Send me √ if you Ship your Character with Mine

No harm if you do this. I shall merely asdfghjkl.

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Part of her held this desire to draw her blade and slice him to bits and pieces, but another part reminded her that this was Adachi, a man she was trying to make amends with. His Shadow was not who she wanted to interact with, and to be fair, she only wanted him gone. It wasn't that she was afraid he'd do anything considerably 'bad' -- it was more so the fact that he had made her life miserable, albeit in a different timeline.

"You make me sick," she spat out nearly immediately, voice soft but laced with venom. Those golden eyes that seemed to demean her made her stomach churn. "You're the one who made my life a living hell.."

“Brought me back? Haha, I’m impressed. For someone so narcissistic, by the tone of your voice you actually seem surprised to see me. Really, when had I ever left? I was getting tired of listening to my host’s excessive blabbing. Having him out for a few hours won’t kill em’. Besides, it can get a little cramped sitting inside someone for so long, ya know?” Shadow Adachi continued on, crossing his arms over his chest keeping direct eye contact with Yuri.

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Eyes of mercury scourged the figure ahead, namely the depths of gold that seemed to glow amidst the darkness. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled all the same, head craning off to the side as she braced herself, taking on something of an internal defensive tactic. "--What brought you back..?"

“My my, aren’t I the popular one tonight?” A light snicker escaped the Shadow’s lips easing his way towards the silverette. “What brings you out at this late hour, Yuri-chan?”

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"...?"

“…”

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I love your interpretation of female Yu so much! I can't wait to learn more about her. (:

Thank you, anon. It really does mean a lot to me. ♥ I'll be sure to keep you entertained.

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Fucked up my eye. Out of commission for the night.

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The ex-detective was notorious for incessant rambling. He'd done it before, namely when he was nervous, and so it struck her as nothing unsurprising. But when he continued on and on without wavering or stuttering for once, that was when she was somewhat surprised. It was like he was in full control of his actions, and for that, she had to give him some quiet recognition. It reflected in her eyes as pools of mercury softened, light almost reflecting a bit differently out of them. Glossed lips parted so as to respond, yet nothing escaped her. What could she say in response to that? 

... Was she too forgiving? Too willing to reconcile? The thought made her question herself nearly immediately. Had she taken the wrong motive into her hand and twisted it to the point where she saw it in something of a different light? A sharp twinge pierced her stomach and she nearly doubled over. It was as if someone had stabbed her through and through and twisted the blade to make sure she felt the pain. But there was no blood, no ruby residue, and for that, she seemed to let out a held-in breath of relief.

His fingers were warm as they suddenly decided to glide across her cheek. It sent her out of her spasms of pain if only temporarily, eyes having averted for a moment to avoid thinking of it. They returned to greet with his, a duller shade of grey, and she found herself frozen in midst of a powerful gaze.

Uneasiness flitted across her face at being thrown with the possibility that he had been right all along. It seemed like her deductive skills had dulled since then, and had continued to ever since her repetitive failures. For a long while as the wind curled against them, howling its hymn, she let the symphony drag on and on before she sucked in the motivation, killing the sound temporarily. With a slow exhale, she calmed, and gathered herself. This was her opportunity.

"Maybe it's because I know there's something else to you." Her words were quiet, though sharp, like they could cut through any type of silence. But she had a backdrop, a supporting cast. Her voice would be heard. "You did some bad things and you were pulled back out of your pit of Hell for a reason, Adachi-san. That's why I'm staring at you right now. But that's not all. You've.. changed in a way that's hard to describe.

"It's not as if you weren't sincere earlier, but there's this kind of.. knowledge to you, this deeper understanding that you haven't really shown earlier. Maybe it's that change I'm relying on in order to see the deeper good. It's starting to show, if you ask me. Hard to believe, coming from a man like you."

It was then that a different form of bittersweet laughter escaped her, her head turning off to the side as her fingers fumbled in the fabric of her shirt and her skirt all at once, searching for some sort of warmth she didn't feel like she could get. Her hands were shaking, but she felt calm on the inside, warmed by the thought that she was getting somewhere with her thoughts that didn't take her in a downward spiral.

"...So, maybe you're right on that account. Or maybe it's both of us at once and we just don't know it yet. Or refuse to acknowledge it."

The Jester arched his head staring up at the velvet night sky. A mist of cold air eased from his lips as he bellowed out a heavy sigh. “It’s because… regardless of what I did, still— Still you give me a chance to redeem myself, show you how I’ve changed. Why is it you’d do so, I wonder?” A scoffed laugh escaped Adachi’s mouth shaking his head ever so slightly. His tongue pushed gently at the side of his cheek.

“… There’s a lot of things I don’t get about you, and for that matter, there’s even more things I have yet to fully understand about myself. I’ve never given a lot of thought to it, as I once believed there was no point in changing anything, that nothing could change and being on my own was a hell of a lot easier then trying to “kindle” and sustain some kind of relationships with others… I was never good at it, and I’ll probably never get better… People like you though, despite my flaws, my monstrous acts, my two-faced personality— You continue to put up with it, you continue to speak with me while other people don’t even hesitate to spend a second glance on me. That fact alone is bittersweet in itself— The very person I took everything away from continues to casually speak with me, believe that we’re on decent terms… I shouldn’t look at you let alone speak with you, Yuri.”

The Jester went on and on slowly approaching the silverette, shortening the distance between them. Adachi’s eyes turned serious, his voice becoming stern. It was only a few moments after that both his voice and eyes turned much softer, his hand meeting with Yuri’s cheek. Regardless of her cold demeanor and the freezing wind, her face was warm as ever. A delightful sensation wavered within Adachi, his eyes shutting halfway never breaking their locked gaze.

“… You so sure now it’s not you whose growing a fondness for me, because if I were you, I wouldn’t want anything to do with the bastard standing before you.” The ex-detective’s voice was low, once again having an icy tone to it. The Jester eased his hand from her cheek, lightly giving her chin a gentle tap. You could say this was a bit of a test. Sure enough he did want to prove to Yuri he’d changed, but then again, why keep her around if she was only pitying him, feeling sorry for him? For all he knew maybe she’d be better off without him around, saving her both a lot of time and trouble.

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Having NOTHING but internet issues. Again. 

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I can't wait to read more of your Rp between Adachi-mun and you!! I'm so excited and have been thoroughly enjoying it so far! :D

Glad you've been enjoying it~! Adachi-mun's always a pleasure to write with and I'm really liking this thread too.

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What made you want to RP as a genderbent Yu Narukami?

One night, I was seriously bored and on a P4 kick. So long story short, I thought "what if doomed timeline?", mostly because Homestuck and I had been making theories like, all night over different Homestuck things. So I was like well, there are bad endings in P4.. so what if the WORST possible ending happened? 

I wanted to portray the protagonist in that light. Suffice to say I wouldn't be able to pull off his male self, so I said what the fuck, let's make him genderbent and here we are. It's kind of silly, and I'm not saying this in general overall, but I feel like I can put more emotion into his genderbent self than if I could with his male self. 

Then again, I do try to keep her as close to her male counterpart as I possibly can, given the circumstances.

And 'sides, it was something new. I knew there was already a genderbent Yu, but I didn't harbor any bad blood toward her for it. And it seems mutual. So I just said hey, let's give this a go, and she's ended up being one of my favorite muses~.

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What would you say is your best memory?

A moment, a breath, contemplation. Consideration, continual relapse. She found herself struck down temporarily by the thoughts, the memories that flowed through her mind. All of them were bittersweet, more or less, and with a deep inhale, she decided.

"The moment before all of us split up to discover more about our world.. after the fog enveloped it. Suffice to say that it wasn't the smartest of choices.. naturally, only a few came back to say anything. We all knew what to do.. and we were all in high spirits. It felt wrong, but we knew what we were doing. And in the end.. it cost us."

And there went that half-smile, almost forced. 

"--And.. Well, it's the best I've got right now. And after all, you didn't say happiest."