Originally Posted by
Momiji
I'm not a pedophile
Momiji is forty three years old. You can often see him shuffling about town looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact. Yet he seems to be smiling to himself, like he knows a secret that you don't. He is often covered with a dirty raincoat, which itself is covered with a plethora of unknown stains.
His greasy and unwashed black hair is tinted with grey, the first signs of a man becoming old. Tufts and clumps of hair are strewn randomly about his face, for the hand that holds the razor is a careless, sloppy one.
Talk to him. Talk to Momiji. He's just lonely. He'll peer out at you behind those large glasses, and quickly avert his gaze again. His voice will crack as he talks, like he's unsure of himself. With every word he stumbles over, his face becomes more flushed. He doesn't want to look like an idiot, he's just unused to talking to people.
He just thinks loli girls are cute. That's all. There's nothing sexual in it, he's just a lonely man trying to surround himself with cute things to cheer himself up. He's not harmful. He's not dangerous. He just wants to be understood.
He just wants to be loved.