☂ killjoy ☂

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." - independent naoto rp blog -

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Based on my writing, how old would you THINK I was?

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[adxchi]

"Over reactive? I had parents like that. It isn’t so bad when you’re minding you business." He’s not as interested in the television itself as much as he’s enjoying the numbing sensation and the passing of time, and maybe to a lesser extent getting to know the child that was supposed to be catching the real killer. But what he lacked in knowledge and cunning was easily compensated for in the sheer absurdity in the method of his crimes. At best they could only really accuse him of tampering with evidence, couldn’t they? What a pity.

It’s a few moments more of silence between them as he watches the argument on television escalate to ridiculous degree, so much that even he’s kind of having a hard time taking it seriously. And that was something, considering the only means of entertainment he used to have was becoming overly invested in flashing faces on a television screen.

"Hmm, at least it’s something to do. I don’t think I could stand it in the sticks if there wasn’t cable readily available… I don’t get why you’d waste your time here. People get murdered in lots of places."

[darksidedetective]

Was the town truly so abhorrent to him that he honestly found it unreasonable that she remained in it? She would admit it lacked the thrill of larger cities, and even the intrigue of some smaller, more historically important towns- but it was hardly worthy of the underlying loathing in his voice when he spoke in regards to it. it's a wonder whether or not he even realizes the quiet shift in his voice when he speaks of the boonies.

Despite the obviousness of her stare glued onto the television set, her mind doesn't follow the program even slightly anymore- lost on some far off train of thought only briefly interrupted by the woman's sharp trill or a particularly dramatic music cue. Each time her thoughts stray toward the case, she reels it back, reminding herself that this is a time to get her mind off it. His voice is present again, sweeping listlessly across ears.

     "It's a familial matter, more than anything," she rationalizes, "My family have their roots deeply embedded in this town- they've been here since the start of our history as detectives. That being said, it's not as though they've never worked anywhere else. You'll.. find it rather childish, but I feel as though I'll be regretfully homesick if I ever leave," she's not sure she fully intends to make such a confession to the other detective, words hanging limply over the sound of extravagant soaps. Her gaze is cast away from him again, staring to the left of the television. 

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serori

[deidicit-deactivated20140811]

Unless there is someone else in the vicinity, but I am thinking that is highly unlikely. Yep! I am talking to you. I think——the way you do that thing with mixing the genders is so cool. You’re my idol, probably.

[darksidedetective]

"Your idol?" she struggles against a blush, "W-What are you talking about?" 

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

(☉_☉)

"N-Naoto-kun! Oh god, what happened?!"

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

"N-Naoto-kun, what were you doing? Please, just think. We need to know."

>You were worried. More for the girl’s health, but also for what she did. If she was going at it alone, even though she was more then capable, you were going to be disappointed. 

[darksidedetective]

"I-I was following someone.. or was somebody following me?" Her lips twitch downward slightly, and she winces in pain as the movement distorts a cut on her lip.

"Was it a case..? I'm sorry. I-I don't know." 

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

(☉_☉)

"N-Naoto-kun! Oh god, what happened?!"

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

>You give the junior detective your shoulder, before walking over to Dojima’s car. The bus simply wouldn’t do. 

[darksidedetective]

The walk- or what could be better described as a hobble- to the car is painful. The would be-comfortable seat presses against her lungs and makes them ache. She focuses on breathing.

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

(☉_☉)

"N-Naoto-kun! Oh god, what happened?!"

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

"C-Calm down Naoto, come on. We need to take you to the hospital!"

[darksidedetective]

"... I-I can't argue with that."

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

(☉_☉)

"N-Naoto-kun! Oh god, what happened?!"

[darksidedetective]

"I-I," a sharp, pained intake of breath, "I’m afraid I.. can’t quite recall. I was following somebody.. and then.." 

[deidicit-deactivated20140811]

Oh my god, you are——so pretty. Get out of here.

[darksidedetective]

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Are you... talking to me?"

[darksidedetective]

/totally isnt leaping at the chance nope/ ¤ ¤

For every “¤” my muse will take a shot.

The shot glass clinks against the dark wood table top, navy eyes tracing it’s path from the older detectives hand to the surface. There were many problems with the situation- she was about to do a shot of whatever alcohol he’d found buried in a cupboard- at work- and though she was a minor, an officer of the law was encouraging her.

In her hand, the glass had an odd weight to it, and the water-like liquid sloshes around against the sides of it. In a swift movement, she brings the glass to her lips, tipping it back and letting the liquid slide across her tongue, down her throat.

     She coughs loudly, imploring the liquid to stay down.   

[darksidedetective]

>A knock on Naoto's door.

Entrenched deeply in a pyramid of textbooks, a resonant knock startles the young detective from her studies. Shuffling down from her room to the empty entrance way, she unlocks the front door, surprised to see the team’s leader in front of her.

     ”Yu?” she says, perplex evident in her voice, “What are you doing here?”

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

"Hmmmm….get some food at Aiya’s maybe?"

"I’m hungry, but I could do anything to be fair."

[darksidedetective]

"I think Aiya sounds fine,"

"I’ve been waiting for a chance to eat there again." 

[adxchi]

"Yeah! You’re wa-y more fun than any of the guys around here."

Adachi notices her timidness. And although he feels a pang of need to say something else in him, he can’t really relate when he thinks more about it. He’s never heard anything positive aside from the usual ‘he’s a complete fuck up’ from Dojima. He can’t really figure out why he still likes him, or Nanako, or that stupid kid that he’s pretty sure is meddling in affairs that aren’t his. Add Naoto to the list of people he doesn’t mind now too, because he’s really having an alright time- And the fact that he can entice such a reaction out of him kind of makes him feel special.

"Oh, man. I have no idea what’s going on but it’s intense, huh?" Adachi nudges the younger boy’s shoulder twice before sticking a hand in the paper bag situated in his lap and stuffing a handful of slightly burnt popcorn into his mouth. Although he honestly just goes straight home, makes some noodles, and does the exact same thing he’s doing now- there’s something ultimately more satisfying about doing it during work hours.  

"Want some?"

[darksidedetective]

     "I," she says with a soft voice, "I'm happy you think so."

Sharing the space with the detective, she relaxes slightly, letting her rigid posture slip to a more comfortable stance- back flat against the couch as she slouches into the coarse fabric. It never would have occurred to her to show such an almost alarming disregard for professional attitude in the workplace, and she had her senior to both thank and blame for her current indifference. It was a wonder just what exactly went on in Adachi's head that would lead to him leading such a lax lifestyle- though she doubts it will be something she will ever gain knowledge on, it still leaves her curious.

A brief jab to her shoulder draws her back into the moment; the woman has just thrown an expensive vase to the ground, and she can hear her companion chewing to her right. The bag of somewhat burnt-smelling snack food is waved in her direction, and she takes a careful handful, slightly browned popcorn filling a small hand to the point of requiring her other hand's assistance to keep the kernels from falling all about the couch and joining god knows what else lurked between the cushions.

      "Thank you," she says, before tasting some of the popcorn for herself. "I too have little idea of what's going on between these two," she admits after swallowing her first mouthful of popcorn, "but this woman seems to be vastly overreacting- it looked like a very expensive vase to destroy in such an outburst."  

[yosukesheadphones]

Persona 4 Concept art → Final designs

[darksidedetective]

>A knock on Naoto's door.

Entrenched deeply in a pyramid of textbooks, a resonant knock startles the young detective from her studies. Shuffling down from her room to the empty entrance way, she unlocks the front door, surprised to see the team’s leader in front of her.

     ”Yu?” she says, perplex evident in her voice, “What are you doing here?”

[yu-are-foolish-deactivated20150]

"For one, checking up on you, but also…I’m bored. If you aren’t busy…"

>A quick glance around the small frame of the detective, to confirm those suspicions:

"…why don’t we hang out?"

[darksidedetective]

"Oh, no," she answers, "I'm not doing anything, in particular."

She gives him a brief smile, and a sharp nod, "What did you have in mind?" 

[darksidedetective]

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Send ✎ for a school headcanon.

Naoto was home schooled until she was enrolled in Yasogami. Public school was very new, and very different- and being the “Detective Prince” didn’t help her fit in much. 

[darksidedetective]

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Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.

Naoto has a million blankets on her bed, most of which end up kicked to the floor by the time she falls asleep. As far as actual sleeping goes, she curls into the tiniest ball possible.