catch-all: akira.

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[... He frowns at him, suspicious and not sure what to make of that, but... Okay. Alright. It won't take very long for Akechi to read it from top to bottom, his expression unchanging as he makes his way through Phoenix's notes It's only when he finishes that he goes back to a previous segment

lifts up the page

and immediately starts tearing halfway through it like he's trying to extract a specific segment.

Akira may want to stop him.]

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[yeah he uh]

[knows what segment that is, too]

[grabs Akechi's wrist to stop him]

Don't.

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[Haha.

Yeah.

He yanks his wrist out of Akira's grasp, tilting his head around to stare at him. The look on his face is... unreadable.]

Would you rather I took everything with me, instead?

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[and Akira's expression is perfectly even, with just-- perhaps-- the slightest hint of soft understanding in his eyes]

Leave it alone.

[he knows it probably hurts. reading his little blurb hurt, too. . . though in a completely different way]

He wrote that down for a reason. Please, don't desecrate his final words.

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Where everyone else can see?

[A scoff, as he begins to press his fingers against the page again.]

If he has something to say, he can say it himself. The dead certainly don't have a shortage of methods to reach out to us.

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[grabs Akechi's wrist again!!]

What is so bad about everyone else seeing it?

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[SLAPPING HIS HAND AWAY.]

Are you familiar with the definition of privacy?

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[okay you know what fine he's just gonna TAKE THE NOTEBOOK ITSELF]

If someone asks about it, tell them it's not their business. This doesn't force you to share anything with anyone.

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[NO??? Akira takes the notebook, and Akechi immediately reaches for it to yank it back.]

Oh, so you don't know the definition.

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[HOLDS IT ABOVE HIS HEAD B( nevermind that Akechi as an inch on him, he's stumbling back, somehow not falling over despite the fact that he's stumbling on an awkward prosthetic]

Akechi.

What are you afraid of?

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[He sure does! Akira holds it over his head, and Akechi rises from his seat to go after it. He is like, one second away from tackling him for it if Akira doesn't fork it over.]

What is it that you said? [In a mockery of Akira's voice:] It's not your business.

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Then don't tell me.

[STUMBLING BACK AGAIN, still trying to keep it out of Akechi's grasp]

But I'm still not letting you destroy it.

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[...

Yeah, Akira is getting throttled.]

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[WELL]

[DOWN HE GOES, and the notebook goes flying from his grasp, skidding across the floor. but you know what he's doing?]

[he's hooking his good leg around Akechi's waist, shoving from his hip (not his prosthetic leg) and trying to reverse their positions]

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[THEY'RE GOING DOWN, THEY'RE YELLING TIMBER...

Luckily(?) for Akira, Akechi immediately tries to scramble for the notebook. This means he doesn't notice Akira moving his leg until it's too late, and, yeah. Success!]

—Akira, let go!

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[HA. he's just gonna keep Akechi as pinned as he can, shifting his weight onto Akechi's legs so he can't escape so easily]

No.

[not this time!!]

I'll ask you again: what are you so afraid of? People seeing through you? People getting to know you and understand you?

People caring about you?

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[Haha, uh. How well are Akechi's arms pinned right now? Because if he manages to wiggle one arm free, he will absolutely take a swing at his face instead of offering an answer like a big boy. :) If not, then enjoy a gross wad of spit somewhere on his person — preferably the face.

Gross.]

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[. . . they are not pinned so I guess Akira is getting decked in the face. AGAIN]

[which absolutely throws him off of Akechi entirely, btw! ENJOY FREEDOM]

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[Akira does not deserve this, and yet!

Now that he's FREE, he will move as quickly as possible to across the room to grab the notebook. Thanks.]

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[okay but you know what]

[guess who is throwing themselves at Akechi and trying to tackle HIM before he can stand up toe fetch the notebook]

[if you guessed Akira you're correct, he's trying to grab one of Akechi's legs to yank him back onto the ground if he can]

[this entire thread is. . . closes eyes]

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[YEAH... YEAH...

Akechi yelps when Akira grabs his leg, losing his balance and immediately eating shit. Goodbye, chin! Akira might want to watch out, though, because he will follow up by jerking his leg in an attempt to fucking kick him.]

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[HE IS. . . almost getting kicked in the face, but not quite, if only because he's hanging onto that leg with a VICE GRIP. and then pulling Akechi towards him]

Akechi, for crying out loud, instead of running away from everything, for once in your life can you just look at me--

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[He almost digs his fingers into the floor, before realizing that's stupid. Akechi will try to flip himself over instead, if only so he can immediately aim a kick at Akira's face with his other leg.]

Shut up! Don't talk as if you understand me, you piece of shit!

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[JESUS]

[Akira barely ducks underneath that kick, now throwing himself on top of Akechi to try and keep him pinned again, to try and grab him by the collar and pull him close]

For the last time, you stupid fucking asshole, that's because you won't let me. . .!

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[Is Akira sure he wants to pull Akechi close? Is he really sure? Because, hm. Alright. That can happen. He can get a front row seat to how absolutely livid Akechi looks, as he spits out—]

—I don't need you!

[And now that they're close, he will just, uh. Headbutt him.

So that's nice!]