[with a sigh, Akira approaches, brushing past Akechi as he too reaches out to jiggle the doorknob. AS THOUGH HIS RATTLING IS BETTER THAN AKECHI'S AND WILL ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING]
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I couldn't find the right materials.
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But the pool table might make a good battering ram.
[Can't believe they're going to fail trust exercise because Akechi got tired of hearing about juggling and impaled Akira on a cue stick.
But, fine. He grabs one half of the table, too. Is this even going to do anything? Akechi still can't feel shit, so it's going to be up to Akira to say when to call it quits. Unfortunate!]
[ALSO UNFORTUNATE: as soon as Akira attempts to lift the pool table he runs into an incredible amount of resistance. the piece of furniture is so heavy it doesn't even budge underneath his attempts to move it!! but hey, Akira ain't no wimp. he is gonna keep trying!!]
[until he lifts just a bit too hard, strains his back just a little too much, and has to released whatever hold he had on the table amidst a strangled cry of surprise and pain]
[FORTUNATELY FOR AKECHI, he can't feel his his body telling him to knock it the fuck off.
UNFORTUNATELY FOR AKECHI, Akira apparently does! And he finds himself startled when he cries, letting go of the table abruptly and stumbling back a step or two. He stares at him once he regains his footing, trying to figure out what's wrong. And then
[He is absolutely not and Akira has witnessed this firsthand. Akechi, you dumbass.
But, fine. He'll be nice and offer him a hand, gripping the pool table with the other for support to make up for the loss of sensation. Get off the floor, Akira. The rats are gonna scurry all over that later...]
[but he does take Akechi's hand, his grip equally as tight, though mostly because of the pain. the support helps him pull himself to his feet, but he grits his teeth tightly as he does so]
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I couldn't find the right materials.
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But the pool table might make a good battering ram.
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Figures...
[Ughhh... Beating the shit out of the door it is, then.]
Let's give it a try. I don't want to be trapped in this room [with you] if it can be helped.
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What, you don't think I make good company? I can juggle if we start to get bored.
[CAN HE]
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He gives him a withering look as he also turns to face the billiards table, scoffing. Time for the twinks to throw out the backs...]
Oh, so you want to be locked in this room with me?
[They might be cooperating for now, but has Akira forgotten Akechi's, uhhhhhhh... everything?]
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[THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUSLY NO. less because of Akechi and more because Akira is sick and tired of being locked in small constrained spaces]
[anyway he is gonna grab onto one half of the table as he speaks, ready to try and lift and fail because pool tables are too heavy]
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[Can't believe they're going to fail trust exercise because Akechi got tired of hearing about juggling and impaled Akira on a cue stick.
But, fine. He grabs one half of the table, too. Is this even going to do anything? Akechi still can't feel shit, so it's going to be up to Akira to say when to call it quits. Unfortunate!]
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On three. One, two, three—
[ALSO UNFORTUNATE: as soon as Akira attempts to lift the pool table he runs into an incredible amount of resistance. the piece of furniture is so heavy it doesn't even budge underneath his attempts to move it!! but hey, Akira ain't no wimp. he is gonna keep trying!!]
[until he lifts just a bit too hard, strains his back just a little too much, and has to released whatever hold he had on the table amidst a strangled cry of surprise and pain]
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UNFORTUNATELY FOR AKECHI, Akira apparently does! And he finds himself startled when he cries, letting go of the table abruptly and stumbling back a step or two. He stares at him once he regains his footing, trying to figure out what's wrong. And then
slowly
incredulously
after a beat:]
Did you just throw out your back?
[AKIRA????]
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S-- shut up! Why the hell is it so. . .
[just]
[sort of]
[oozes onto the ground next to the pool table]
[ow]
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yeah he's just going to laugh at him]
Really? [GET WRECKED.] You're unbelievable.
[Okay. Okay, okay, okay. He's going to at least make his way over to Akira's side of the table. HOW YOU DOING ON THE GROUND THERE, BUDDY...]
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[UUUUGH. he's fine he's being a little dramatic. his back definitely hurts when he moves a certain way but he isn't rendered completely immobile]
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[He is absolutely not and Akira has witnessed this firsthand. Akechi, you dumbass.
But, fine. He'll be nice and offer him a hand, gripping the pool table with the other for support to make up for the loss of sensation. Get off the floor, Akira. The rats are gonna scurry all over that later...]
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[JUST GONNA STRAIGHT UP CALL HIM OUT ON THAT]
[but he does take Akechi's hand, his grip equally as tight, though mostly because of the pain. the support helps him pull himself to his feet, but he grits his teeth tightly as he does so]
Thanks. . .
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Those sound like the words of someone who wants me to let go.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT WHILE HE'S HELPING YOU!! He will absolutely drop him flat on his ass if he wants to... Except he won't.
Rude.]
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[now that he's standing up again he's braced himself on the pool table so YOU CAN'T DROP HIM, AKECHI!! HA!!!]
[anyway he gives the pool table a dubious look, then glances at the door, then back to Akechi]
. . .
Well, I'm out of ideas.
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[Don't make him throttle you again, Akira. He will if he must.]
We haven't tried the couches. [BLANDLY... Glancing at Akira.] But you're no help in this state.
[Why did you throw out your back, you fool. You peon. You absolute buffoon.]
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I'd say we should've tried those first, but. Hindsight.
[is 20/20, etc etc]
We could always play shiritori to pass the time.
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I'm not going to play shiritori with you.
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[with a deep breath, he pushes away from the pool table and limbs to the cabinet with the pool cues. gonna fetch himself one tyvm]
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He sighs.]
Fine...
[Time to fetch a pool cue for himself, then.
Conversationally:]
Do you believe this is Master Blue's work?
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[just. said bluntly, no hesitation. he's gonna use his cue stick as a walking stick as he limps back towards the table]
But any guess I'd make as to why this is happening would be a crap shoot in the dark.