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Remember: everything Doppo Kunikida says is made up.
It was late at night when Kunikida stumbled into his apartment, quite drunk and visibly aroused. He had gone out drinking with the other members of the Armed Detective Agency to celebrate the success of yet another case. But now, in the comfort and solidarity of his home, he couldn't shake off the neediness coursing through his body. It was strange and quite unusual. He rarely had the urge to pleasure himself in such a way, nor did such thoughts or feelings ever invade his usually sharp mind.
The man suppressed a quiet groan as he slumped on his bed, his gaze unwillingly wandering down to glance at his lap and the growing bulge in his pants. It frustrated him, not knowing what had gotten him to lose control like this in the first place. Blaming it on the alcohol seemed like a waste of breath; did it really matter what caused it if it felt so unbearable either way? Perhaps feeling more bold thanks to the daze of a drunken mind, Doppo already had an idea on how to fix his little problem.
With shaky fingers, he swiftly fished the phone neatly placed in his pocket, his eyes closing in brief irritation at the bright light flashing from the screen. A moment of hesitation passes through him before he finds himself dialing you in hopes that she will pick up. God, this feels so wrong, but he's far too gone in chasing after his own desires to care about the indecency of the action. The sound of her alluring voice should be enough to release this pent-up tension, no?
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