Because there's a tick in her brow and a rather annoyed look on her face, her finger even began tapping on her arm. He was lucky she was out of the water; otherwise, she'd have a few more limbs and abilities to use to get her irritation across.
"Someone invested too many emotions into their case and left a blasted heath in the forest. Same someone who didn't adequately rest or clean himself up for days..."
He... didn't quite look up to her as she spoke, able to tell her... irritation just from tone alone. Maybe out of shame, or fear, or both.
"I..." How did he even begin to explain something he was still coming to grips with himself? His shoulders slumped a little, sighing softly.
"... I'd gone into the castle, managed to track Adachi down with some help from Eugene and Rapunzel, but Adachi ran, and I..."
Pulling back his hands, he looked at them. They were still bruised, obvious cuts... his knuckles torn up and barely wrapped to keep from bleeding on his work. No one had noticed under his gauntlets.
"I chased after him on Llamrei and with Cavall, but something... changed. I was using my spear instead of Excalibur, and it was like everything, Darkened. All I cared about was getting him to stop, no matter what it took. I'd tear up the whole forest if I had to..."
He risked a glance back up at Naomi, and then... kept looking at her. Maybe... maybe she'd understand.
"...The Wild Hunt. I'd seen it noted in my journal as something I could do with my Spear after our last Draft, but I didn't know what it meant. Didn't have time to look into it since Adachi just, dropped in afterwards. I... I think I activated that ability."
She was quiet, listening, and her expression didn't change even though some of his wording confused her. He used a spear instead of Excalibur? And 'The Wild Hunt'...? It sounded familiar, but for the life of her, she couldn't recall what precisely it was.
But, overall from the sound of it.
"... So you activated an ability you have no idea what it wholly entailed and don't remember anything after that?" She might know what it meant to become so laser focused on a goal, but she'd gotten better about being reckless.
"Yes and no. I activated it unconsciously, I think, not knowing what it would do-- but I remember everything. That's... the problem."
His eyes went back to his hands, staring at them.
"...When Nanako," his breath hitched, pained-- “...when everything happened,” she knew, better than most. They’d talked about it over sake… she’d actually listened to his sob story, “I hadn’t been able do anything. Save her, solve the case… chase after Adachi. I was stuck in the hospital with broken ribs, falling to the floor like a useless old man when I tried to...”
He clenched his hands shut, ignoring the pain it caused him.
“But when Adachi came out, he was… humbled. Whatever Souj-- Yu and the rest did, made him take responsibility, promise to serve his time. But here, him running away, after poisoning so many people, because he was bored...
His hands went back to his head, his eyes clenched shut--
“All I wanted to do was hunt him down. Rhongomyriad, the spear-- one of King Arthur’s other weapons… I … it felt like everything I’d been keeping under control took over. The forest was in the way of hunting him? Well… it wasn’t there, anymore, once I was done with it. I felt like I …”
For a moment, silence. He didn’t want to say it, admit it, but--
In her mind, if he had killed Adachi here, it probably would be no harm no foul, but still bother him. Death was meant to be inevitable, inescapable, and when one granted death on another, usually it was damaging.
Usually, but she was far too used to it; and to be ashamed of a desire was just generally not there anymore.
"You wanted vengeance. No reason to be guilty about it - most people in your position would and a few would've succeeded. Even someone like your nephew, I'm sure he struggled with it."
But whether or not it had been Adachi he would've directed that ire at, she doesn't know. She was still missing details about this incident that happened.
"...Maybe. But I shouldn't have acted on it. I... When I thought it was Namatame, and Nanako was gone, I... I was too weak to do anything, but I still tried to get into his room."
It was true that death was transient here, not that he'd remembered in the moment. But for someone like him, who dedicated his life to the truth, and more importantly, to justice, to protecting people...
"But this time, I was strong enough. Once I cornered him, I... I don't know how many times I punched him."
He'd tried to wash his hands, bandaged them, but, he couldn't tell sometimes if the blood on them was all his, or still some of Adachi's.
For a long moment, there was silence.
"... And... the funniest thing is..."
He looked up at her... and he was smiling, but... it was so tired, and sad at the same time.
"...I couldn't do it, anyway. All I ended up doing was... hah. Crying. Can you believe that? ... Crying over a bastard like him."
How pathetic could you get, right?
"...Asking him what I could've done... how I could've stopped him. Helped him..."
Naomi's again quietly listening, but as Dojima goes on, she was considering one of the small decorative seashells in her room and its aerodynamics. Of course she understood asking what more could be done, but he really didn't need to... not when it was Adachi's job to try making his life better without endangering people.
"Nothing... Unless he wants to try doing anything, there's nothing you can do. And at his age, it isn't your job to see that he does. You're a kind man, Detective, but this isn't something you should blame yourself for."
And if he kept doing it, she thinks she found a good shell to use... or she could distract him by some other method. He had too much stress.
Sliding his legs over the side of the bed, Dojima nodded at Naomi, before pulling himself up, started walking towards the bath, already undoing his shirt somewhat.
But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
In the eight hours that he'd been unconscious, Naomi had taken her time to better analyze the vials of poison she'd been delivered. It was during then that she got ideas about antidotes, jotting them down in her journal on the pages that wouldn't be sent to others, and then proceeded to brewing again. Unless their little poison connoisseur decided to really alter another batch, this would be about as close to a panacea she could brew at this time.
Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
"... Haha, you think I'm doing this expecting repayment? No... besides, I'm not done."
With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
Awe, what a moan... but she could imagine, it had been a while for her, but likely years for him. And she doubts he'd be interested in a sleeve.
"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
Nope, it was just his hands for the last few years; like he'd even know how to order one of those toys, or not feel embarrassed using one. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but...
There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
She didn't answer once she caught her eye. Instead, she leaned into his hands and pushed her breasts against his face, smiling slyly. If it was going to help him get up and going, this was fine.
Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
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Because there's a tick in her brow and a rather annoyed look on her face, her finger even began tapping on her arm. He was lucky she was out of the water; otherwise, she'd have a few more limbs and abilities to use to get her irritation across.
"Someone invested too many emotions into their case and left a blasted heath in the forest. Same someone who didn't adequately rest or clean himself up for days..."
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He... didn't quite look up to her as she spoke, able to tell her... irritation just from tone alone. Maybe out of shame, or fear, or both.
"I..." How did he even begin to explain something he was still coming to grips with himself? His shoulders slumped a little, sighing softly.
"... I'd gone into the castle, managed to track Adachi down with some help from Eugene and Rapunzel, but Adachi ran, and I..."
Pulling back his hands, he looked at them. They were still bruised, obvious cuts... his knuckles torn up and barely wrapped to keep from bleeding on his work. No one had noticed under his gauntlets.
"I chased after him on Llamrei and with Cavall, but something... changed. I was using my spear instead of Excalibur, and it was like everything, Darkened. All I cared about was getting him to stop, no matter what it took. I'd tear up the whole forest if I had to..."
He risked a glance back up at Naomi, and then... kept looking at her. Maybe... maybe she'd understand.
"...The Wild Hunt. I'd seen it noted in my journal as something I could do with my Spear after our last Draft, but I didn't know what it meant. Didn't have time to look into it since Adachi just, dropped in afterwards. I... I think I activated that ability."
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But, overall from the sound of it.
"... So you activated an ability you have no idea what it wholly entailed and don't remember anything after that?" She might know what it meant to become so laser focused on a goal, but she'd gotten better about being reckless.
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His eyes went back to his hands, staring at them.
"...When Nanako," his breath hitched, pained-- “...when everything happened,” she knew, better than most. They’d talked about it over sake… she’d actually listened to his sob story, “I hadn’t been able do anything. Save her, solve the case… chase after Adachi. I was stuck in the hospital with broken ribs, falling to the floor like a useless old man when I tried to...”
He clenched his hands shut, ignoring the pain it caused him.
“But when Adachi came out, he was… humbled. Whatever Souj-- Yu and the rest did, made him take responsibility, promise to serve his time. But here, him running away, after poisoning so many people, because he was bored...
His hands went back to his head, his eyes clenched shut--
“All I wanted to do was hunt him down. Rhongomyriad, the spear-- one of King Arthur’s other weapons… I … it felt like everything I’d been keeping under control took over. The forest was in the way of hunting him? Well… it wasn’t there, anymore, once I was done with it. I felt like I …”
For a moment, silence. He didn’t want to say it, admit it, but--
“… I was going to kill him. I wanted him dead.”
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Usually, but she was far too used to it; and to be ashamed of a desire was just generally not there anymore.
"You wanted vengeance. No reason to be guilty about it - most people in your position would and a few would've succeeded. Even someone like your nephew, I'm sure he struggled with it."
But whether or not it had been Adachi he would've directed that ire at, she doesn't know. She was still missing details about this incident that happened.
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It was true that death was transient here, not that he'd remembered in the moment. But for someone like him, who dedicated his life to the truth, and more importantly, to justice, to protecting people...
"But this time, I was strong enough. Once I cornered him, I... I don't know how many times I punched him."
He'd tried to wash his hands, bandaged them, but, he couldn't tell sometimes if the blood on them was all his, or still some of Adachi's.
For a long moment, there was silence.
"... And... the funniest thing is..."
He looked up at her... and he was smiling, but... it was so tired, and sad at the same time.
"...I couldn't do it, anyway. All I ended up doing was... hah. Crying. Can you believe that? ... Crying over a bastard like him."
How pathetic could you get, right?
"...Asking him what I could've done... how I could've stopped him. Helped him..."
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"Nothing... Unless he wants to try doing anything, there's nothing you can do. And at his age, it isn't your job to see that he does. You're a kind man, Detective, but this isn't something you should blame yourself for."
And if he kept doing it, she thinks she found a good shell to use... or she could distract him by some other method. He had too much stress.
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He wiped his face with his arm, sighing softly. God, when did he turn so soft?...
"...Still, thank you for saying that, Kimishima. And for listening to me like this..."
It was nice to actually have another adult to listen to him, instead of relying on a teenager, after all.
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At least it sounded like she didn't need that seashell.
"You're welcome. How are you feeling now? You may need to sleep some more... without sleeping powder."
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The sleep and talking helped a lot, but, well... now that he was rested, he could tell he... needed a good wash.
"Honestly, I probably should clean up some. I can do that back at my place-"
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Looking back towards the pool she'd risen from, that would be the way back to the apothecary and out...
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Right. Water... Come to think of it, how'd he get into here in the first place and not get soaked through?
"I don't want to impose..."
But if she was offering, he really should clean up.
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"I don't mind. Go through that archway and take a right. You honestly can't miss the bath..."
Since it was fairly large and circular. Not that she often used it to bathe given she swam frequently.
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"Thanks, Kimishima, I app--whoa."
That... was bigger than he expected.
"...You weren't kidding about not missing it."
Well, he could use a good soak...
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It would give him some privacy for now. Perhaps this would lower his stress enough.
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Was that... supportive sounding? He hoped so.
But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
"...Hopefully she won't mind."
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Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
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He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
... was her dress...?
"Sorry if I took too long in there."
This was...
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Her dress was, and if he looked closer as she approached a shelf, there wasn't anything beneath. Turning, she walked over to her bed and sat down.
Her eyes flitted towards his direction.
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Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
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With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
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Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
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"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
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There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
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Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
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