catch-all: akira.

[miscakes]

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[LOOK I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF HE WAS]

[Akira exhales in relief, though it'd be a lie to say he isn't a bit surprised that Akechi is nursing a drink. since when did you do the alcohol, detective??]

[and also: why is he studying his phone. . . does his phone work? Akira has so many questions??]

[carefully, he steps into the room, pulling the door shut behind him]

. . . Luna said you ran off after the announcement.

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[It's bubbling, so it's probably non-alcoholic! Please, he's underage and he refuses to resemble his shitty drunk of a father in any shape or form.]

Did she?

[It's a question, but he doesn't sound entirely surprise to hear she tattled on him. Hm.]

If she's so concerned, she can come find me herself. I have more important matters to tend to right now.

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[narc]

[Akira leans his back against the wall, crutch held out in front of him as he studies Akechi carefully. there are a lot of ways he can approach this, especially considering how panicked and worried Luna had sounded, but. . .]

Is it anything I can help with?

[he thinks this is probably the best way to do it. what are you even doing, Akechi Goro]

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[Whatever it is he may be feeling right now, it isn't reflected on his face. Akira studies him, and Akechi watches him in return.]

Did you notice anything after waking up?

[He's doing what he usually does? Business as usual. It's fine.]

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[that's fine. he'll get the usual business out of the way first!!]

No. I stayed in Room 3, with Chuuya and Ken. Ayabe was supposed to stay with us too, but he--

[well. you know]

Everything was normal.

What about you?

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I recall. [Maybe he shouldn't have turned that invite down, after all... Oh, well.] Unless something changes, I suppose this means we can discard Ayabe-san as a suspect.

[Because, you know, who cares about the collapsed lung? He's salty.]

I spent the night in the music room with Luna and Nicolas Brown. There is now a song stuck in my head.

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[DOES AYABE HAVE A COLLAPSED LUNG??? OH MY GOD]

Yeah. Probably. Unless he somehow killed as a monster while severely injured.

[but monster aside, someone else out there still KILLED FOR THE MOTIVE and that REALLY REALLY SUCKS?? THAT REALLY SUCKS!!]

I'd ask you what song, but I don't think we have time to play around.

[for once Akira isn't up to joking around, what kind of bizzaro dimension is this]

. . . do you know something, Akechi?

[???]

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[A very strange dimension, indeed. Akechi raises an eyebrow at him.]

Only what I have gathered through conversations with the others. Why?

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Because you're acting weird.

[CALL OUT TIME]

You ran away when you heard the announcement, and now you're here staring at your phone, which isn't supposed to be working.

[he tilts his head. nothing he says sounds accusatory. if anything, he sounds. . . concerned]

Is everything okay?

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It's still not working.

[ROLLING HIS EYES AT HIM... Or eye, technically, since masks are still a thing.]

Luna is exaggerating. I did the same thing I do every Friday morning. If there's nothing wrong with the room I wake up in, there's no point in spending additional time there.

[That only answers like a fraction of what Akira said.]

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[THEN WHY ARE YOU STARING AT THE PHONE THAT ISN'T WORKING :/]

. . .

Akechi.

[the way he says that name makes it clear he thinks that version of events is BULLSHIT]






You're a really shitty liar.

[or maybe Akira just knows how to see through those lies now??]

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[MAYBE HE'S GLARING AT THE METAVERSE APP, AKIRA.

That's apparently the most offensive thing he could have said to him, because he gives him a look.]

I'm a great liar. [BITCH.] And you're reading too much into this.

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Really? You're getting offended at me calling you a shitty liar?

[AKECHI PLEASE. Akira rolls his eyes]

Isn't it you who keeps telling me that we're supposed to be working together?

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[Yes. Yes he is.

He scoffs at him, taking a final sip from his drink so he can put it down.]

I have done nothing to contradict that.

[Akechi.........]

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[just stares at him]

[honestly Akechi he isn't going to leave until you talk so]

[enjoy being STARED AT POINTEDLY for the next like ten minutes or however long it takes you to TALK ABOUT FEELINGS]

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[They are both stubborn bitches, Akira.

Akechi will pointedly stare back without flinching. He might even pour himself another drink. He's fine!!]

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[yeah okay I GUESS THEY'RE HAVING A STARING CONTEST]

[at least until Akira speaks up]

Can you pour me a glass? I think I'm going to be here for a while.

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[Gives him a look, taking a slow sip from his own glass.]

You lost a leg, not your arms.

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[JUST. . . SNORTS, and then limps his way towards the drink cabinet, but like. despite Akechi being a rude fuck, Akira seems amused]

Someone here could use a lesson in hospitality.

[fine, he will lean his crutch against the wall and pour himself a drink. it should be noted that he's standing evenly on both of his legs now-- the prosthetic and the real one. it's just walking that he has difficulty with]

[anyway as he pours his drink, he gives Akechi a sideways glance]

. . . Nick was a pretty good guy, wasn't he?

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This isn't my house.

[Suffer.

He takes another sip, ignoring that glance.]

He was arrogant and acted like he knew everything. Does that strike you as a good guy?

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He cared about everyone and did his best to comfort us in our times of stress. He offered to take you in once he found out what happened to you back home.

Yeah. That does strike me as a good guy.

[especially compared to SOME ADULTS]