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     Of course there was no logical explanation to his actions. Adachi had come to a point in his life where he didn't find it necessary to explain himself. He did what he felt like doing and when he was questioned, he scoffed at the inquirer like they were mentally deficient. He was after the curing of his constant boredom, entertainment to get him through the day, and the pleasure he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

                    It was hedonism at it's finest.

     Naturally, his actions to follow someone he deemed mildly attractive was birthed in this train of thought. He kept his distance as he mimicked the path of the item he placed interest in (now it isn't conjecture that he was a pro at this sort of thing, but more of a universal truth). He assumed he had been undetected during his time of following this woman. After all, she hadn't turned around even once. Some people would call Adachi crazy for being so enamored with a girl just from the back view (others would call him crazy for other reasons entirely). He just couldn't imagine her being not the slightest bit attractive in a frontal view as well.

     This is what strove him to wander the same path she took for the past hour. He was determined to get look at her face. After all, she didn't necessarily have too much to gloat about in the ass department. There had to be something to make up for it, right?

     Following her all the way to Mocha Valley, Adachi gave a whispered curse as she went into a house.