[IF LOOKS COULD KILL... Exhaling sharply, he smooths down his hair. Bitch.]
I have said it before, and I'll say it again. Everything will go back to the way it's meant to be once we get to the bottom of this. This [gestures! at himself!] is only temporary.
Don't tell me you think you accepted a dinner party invitation and then forgot about it for an entire year.
[but it's true that the year was smudged, but. considering the sisters had been adamant the invitations were accepted a week in advance? Akira doesn't think that matters]
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Right.
He's had enough of this, too. It won't change anything.]
... Fine.
[He's more irritated than anything now, but at least... It doesn't look like he wants to argue about this, either.
Pick a subject, Akira.]
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You can sit down, you know.
[it's weird if Akechi is the only one standing]
And I think these ducks are spoiled.
[LET US TALK ABOUT DUCKS!]
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[SQUINTS.
But, hey. He's sitting down. Be happy.]
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I'm open to suggestions.
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Very well. Why don't we speak about how no one in this mansion knows how to properly question other's injuries?
[... Yes. He's salty over Nikki, Melt and now Hunter.]
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[also a flash of wry amusement at that]
You're so critical, detective. Why don't you take over the injuries search from here on out, then?
[Akira will keep Akechi HONEST just like he did this past trial]
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[There's an order to these things. :/ Let him be a loser.]
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[PROBLEM SOLVING, AKECHI]
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[PEOPLE NYOOM, AKIRA. And Akechi can't check the ladies out himself.]
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[GOTTA NYOOM FASTER, AKECHI]
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[BITCH.]
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[IT'S YOUR JOB BITCH]
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[SMH!!!]
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[:/ he'd say that with more OOMPH but some part of him just like. . . deflates slightly at the reminder that Akechi is DEAD]
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[See. This is why Akira needs his weekly reminder.]
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[reaches over to thump Akechi on the back of the head. hard enough to sting!! but not hard enough to bruise or like. . . reopen injuries]
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Hissing:]
You—!
[AKIRA KURUSU, HE WILL REACH OVER TO YANK YOUR NOSE. :/ VENGEANCE.]
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[ducks away with a c:!! sort of expression]
You felt that, right?
Dead people don't feel pain.
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[IF LOOKS COULD KILL... Exhaling sharply, he smooths down his hair. Bitch.]
I have said it before, and I'll say it again. Everything will go back to the way it's meant to be once we get to the bottom of this. This [gestures! at himself!] is only temporary.
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[you don't!! he refuses to believe!!!]
[. . . AND SPEAKING OF--]
Especially since that RSVP with your name on it was dated after you "died."
[HMMMM LOOKS LIKE AKIRA DID HIS HOMEWORK]
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So you finally got around to asking Plum-san for your RSVP.
[Hm.]
But unless the year on yours was plainly visible, that proves nothing.
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[but it's true that the year was smudged, but. considering the sisters had been adamant the invitations were accepted a week in advance? Akira doesn't think that matters]
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[He scoffs at the insinuation, frowning at him.]
Don't tell me you believe you accepted an invitation and forgot about it for over a month.
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[THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER TO THE SARCASTIC QUESTION AKECHI IS ASKING, BUDDY]
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What?
[GUESS WHO DIDN'T KNOW.]
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