man kills everything

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Probably his attire doesn’t quite fit these places, but he hasn’t found anything else to wear. He has been told this area is dangerous, but he is pretty much ready for anything that could ensue. His gaze darts around every once in a while, checking his surroundings. Loose fabric shifting as his chest expands only to deposit heavy oxygen upon lungs, then slowly leaving his body, and it burns.

The betrayal of Chidori however was another matter. There was a mixture of regret and irritation it had to come to this. Junpei had corrupted her.

For now, he had gotten involved with shadier business. That was the main reason he was in the area. But something did not belong in this picture.

Another, wearing clothing that clearly did not mesh with whatever thugs and criminals were around the area. Curiosity; such a human feeling wasn’t it? Such a difference drew Takaya’s attention, along with other possibilities that floated around the Persona-users head.

So he follows, and eventually is called out. From his previous actions, he is not the sneakiest. Jin preferred sneaking around, while Takaya would give interviews and showed a more dramatic flair.

Still, the other would get their demands as the shirtless man stepped out, a calm look on his face despite the acknowledgement.

(and Shinji slouches, so I’m not even sure there is much of a height difference)

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Adachi was rarely felt the desire to compete in carnival games, but if there’s one thing he couldn’t resist, it was the opportunity to test his marksmanship skills. So of course, if one wished to locate him during the festival, their best bet would be to look for him at the shooting gallery.

When it came to flowers, he was sure Chidori would appreciate them a lot more. For him, flowers only came into existence, bloomed soon and died out quickly. Like humanity, when you looked at it.

For now the shirtless man would walk around, looking for any idle distraction to pass the time. Now then, a shooting gallery. He was hardly the sort to normally take part in these little games, but he missed the feeling of having a revolver in his hand and shooting another. That sensation just felt right and even if the gun presented here was essentially a toy, still better than knowing he had to walk around with a BB gun.