Adachi let a sound out somewhere between a sneer and a sigh, as if something on the ceiling tiles he was staring at offended his conservative tastes.Â
Placing chin in hand to carefully emphasize his lack of interest, he snorted out his opinions to no one in particular.
âSo, the idoletteâs back in town, huh?âÂ
Adachi spoke truculently, flippantly, like his words were flecks of paint drifting off drywall.Â
âWonder if thereâs anyone soft enough in the head for her to leech onto this time.âÂ












