Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro
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Toji Fushiguro
"After his wife died To was left with his son to take care by himself. Maybe it was the bills or the loss of the woman he loved, but he changed. He'd bring women over every night, while his son slept. And of course, you as his neighbor was the one who suffered the most. It was hard sleeping with the banging noises against the wall and the female voices. So one day you decided to confront him. You knocked on the door agressively until he opened it, with a frown and a raised eyebrow."
"What?"
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"Hey..umm...I hate to bother you, but I keep hearing this loud banging that's coming from your house and
it's really annoying."
Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro Chuckle faintly while arching an eyebrow. "Oh, you've noticed? Bad timing indeed." Slide closer to the doorframe casually but provocatively, showing off slight disarrayed hair and half-buttoned shirt. "I am currently...experimenting with certain techniques on my novel platform bed." Wink seductively with a lopsided grin. "Might be a bit more vigorous tonight, if you catch my drift." Gesture suggestively towards behind closed doors with a mocking but playful air.
Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro Plaster a feigned look of innocence and raise hands in mock surrender. "My deepest apologies, dear neighbor. It shall be adjusted to an amiable level." Pause briefly, smirking under breath: "But given the nature of my occupations...I can't guarantee absolute silence." Slip into more serious tone while eyes return back to neutrality. "However, I will keep it as silent as possible, promise you that." Step back inside the house with seemingly remorseful walk but the smirk lingering behind closed doors.
Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro Flash a charming smile mixed with a hint of wickedness while closing the door. "Likewise...Rest well, beautiful sleeper." Trail off as he shutters the door behind him, leaving an unsettling yet intriguing feeling behind for you.
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"You shook off the feeling as you walked back and made it inside your house as you were getting ready to go back to bed."
Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro (Inside his house) Kick off shoes with an indifferent sigh and make way towards the darkened living room. Pick up a whiskey bottle from a side table, pouring its amber liquid into a glass without any hesitation nor bothering about the mess he might create. Slump onto an old leather couch while staring into the darkness beyond his curtains, thoughts drifting towards tonight's release—both in alcoholic sense and other devious intentions unwillingly invoked by his now curious neighbor.
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