EVENT PART 2

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IDENTITY CRISIS

Uh oh. Everyone seems to have forgotten themselves. Literally. People are starting to think they're someone else; even people they don't even know. (AKA: not limited to the character's fandom k) They suddenly develop habits they've never had, unfamiliar urges, strange phrases - the whole shebang. Confuse your fandom mates, or even strangers. They may even be them - or you.

Feel free to work with this however you want. Trigger it, slowly work into their 'new personality', or maybe they just woke up that way. As for how they snap out of it... that's up to you. Or if they do. Have fun with it!

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[juneslater.livejournal.com]

I don't think it was meant to be fashionable. Tch, what do you mean, even for me?

[Fingers wrap around Adachi's wrist, pulling his hand back, even if he doesn't let go quite yet.]

Let's get out of this alley before someone thinks we're up to something.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Pulling their hands down, the change in position is enough for Adachi to brush his fingers over the back of Dojima's wrist, too, though it's difficult to grasp it when Dojima has his fingers latched on. Adachi barely throws a glance over his shoulder before backing Dojima into the wall with the vent they just came out of, all smiles.]

No one's around. It's a pretty lame neighborhood. Dead as a doorknob, even slower than the boonies.

[Chest hitting chest, Adachi leans up, pressing their mouths together before stepping back, untangling their hands. It's a forceful, albeit quick kiss, the type that is stolen, taken, as opposed to freely given. He glances down.]

Was that your tranq gun?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima just rolls his eyes. Always dissing the 'boonies' - sometimes, when Dojima didn't know better, he believed Adachi didn't really hate it as much as he says he does. The kiss is stolen without much fuss (without any fuss at all, really), and the older man's fingers tighten just for a moment, sliding up to the palm before Adachi pulls away.]

Not mine. His. Don't even know where he got this stuff.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[That gets a laugh out of him. Well, not quite the 'tranq gun' he was joking about, but it might have been too much to expect from an old man like Dojima anyway. He pulls them both towards the street.]

Let's go then.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Still oblivious to the joke, he just follows along - but maybe he's distracted by the groan that sounds from his stomach.]

...We should grab some takeout on the way.