[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]
[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.
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!]
[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.
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.]
[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--
[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!
[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. . .!
[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.
[well, he has no one to blame for this but himself, right?? he is far too close to dodge, so he's getting headbutting in the fucking forehead. with a startled and pained noise Akira, jerks back, his grip on Akechi's shirt loosening very briefly as his free hand shoots to his now aching, now very bruised forehead]
[. . .]
[but then his grip tightens, his own expression flashing, and he shoves against Akechi to pin him against the ground on his back]
[Headbutting him was maybe a mistake, seeing as how it stuns Akechi long enough that he doesn't quite manage to slip away before Akira's grip tightens. He braces himself, ready to kick and punch his way out of this again, and then
Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
[... For a moment it feels like he's about to relax into it, and then he regains enough presence of mind to plant his hands on Akira's chest and shove. Though, not with the intent to continue this fight because, uh. Haha, what the fuck? What the fuck!!! The mansion is now cursed. Sorry, Master Blue.]
[THE MANSION IS NOW CURSED, I'M SO SORRY MASTER BLUE]
[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
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What is so bad about everyone else seeing it?
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Are you familiar with the definition of privacy?
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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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Oh, so you don't know the definition.
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Akechi.
What are you afraid of?
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What is it that you said? [In a mockery of Akira's voice:] It's not your business.
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[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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[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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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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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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Gross.]
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[which absolutely throws him off of Akechi entirely, btw! ENJOY FREEDOM]
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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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[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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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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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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Shut up! Don't talk as if you understand me, you piece of shit!
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[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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—I don't need you!
[And now that they're close, he will just, uh. Headbutt him.
So that's nice!]
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[well, he has no one to blame for this but himself, right?? he is far too close to dodge, so he's getting headbutting in the fucking forehead. with a startled and pained noise Akira, jerks back, his grip on Akechi's shirt loosening very briefly as his free hand shoots to his now aching, now very bruised forehead]
[. . .]
[but then his grip tightens, his own expression flashing, and he shoves against Akechi to pin him against the ground on his back]
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[and then he immediately unleashes a curse upon the entire mansion by dipping forward and fucking kissing him]
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Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
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[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
[akira no]
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