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For the things that no longer belong in open communities, or can't be continued in thread for various, more innocent reasons.

Otherwise known as the "Appreciating Dio's Muscles Memorial Log".

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Dio

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[ Obviously, Adachi didn't get what was so funny about the drink, but he didn't really have long to dwell on it, considering that Dio was asking him a question like that. He felt his face heat up red, feeling really, really hot with each step he took, and he had to reach up and loosen his tie. Still, despite the obvious state he was in (the hell was in that tea!?), he managed to keep his answer to himself, away from prying eyes of reporters, until they were safely behind the closed doors of the hotel. ]

[ Because taking advantage of the fact that he was behind Dio and grabbing his ass was a perfectly acceptable answer, right? ]

[ Not that it was easy to grab. Seriously, the guy could probably cut watermelons with that ass. There was nothing to really squeeze, not that he didn't try. Adachi's hand retreated almost immediately, embarrassment flushing all over his face, but his eyes were still raking rather shamelessly over Dio's behind. ]

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Adachi kept his gaze steady on Dooku, refusing to budge.

"Don't misunderstand me, Dooku," he began. "I know very well how shitty the world is. Just because this place has a different coat of paint, doesn't mean I don't see the corruption and loopholes that people take advantage of."

He folded his hands before him, leaning forward like he was interrogating a perp.

"Loopholes you yourself took advantage of while leading the Constellation, I might add," he pointed out. Look, he wasn't stupid; he may have not been in on the money making game, but he knew those funds that were deposited in his bank account had to come from somewhere. He was still trying to find out all the people that had been hurt by that to this day; he doubted he would ever find them all.

He leaned back after a moment, taking up his chopsticks again.

"Believe me, I want those people to pay for what they do, maybe I'll figure out a way to do it one day. But I'll tell you one thing I'm never going to do: I'm never going to go back to that Emptiness again. I'm never going back to that point where I care so little that I don't care about the lives that are affected by my selfishness."