catch-all: akira.

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[.................................

He lifts his arm, his sleeve shifting down enough to display the ball joint on his wrist, and then

he shoves his hand against Akira's face

intent on shoving him away so he can walk off and carry on with his life.

His skin absolutely feels like cold porcelain, not flesh. So, uh. Yeah.]

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[well then]

[Akira makes a strangled, surprised noise as Akechi shoves a hand in his face. but although it pushes him back slightly, it isn't enough to free the poor detective from the kabedon. SUFFER]

-- point taken.

[anyway time to gently pry Akechi's hand from his face AGAIN. the porcelain against his totally normal human fingers feels very weird, and he doesn't like it]

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[Have fun with the sensory confusion, Akira, because Akechi's hand is going to twitch and curl into a fist once he removes it. Is porcelain supposed to move like that? No. Is it happening anyway? Yes.]

Tell me what you want already.

[He's so aggravated. Please.]

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[this is so uncanny valley, and Akira releases Akechi's wrist shortly afterwards, doing his best not to. . . stare]

[his tail lashes again]

Ah, right. I spoke with Ken earlier.

Are you planning something?

[just coming right out of the gate and asking]

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[Uh.

That wipes the aggravation off his face, and he actually looks visibly surprised over that.]

... With Amada-kun? [Huh?] What are you talking about?

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[oh. . . hm. any agitation Akira might've felt at being left out washes away, because Akechi looks just as surprised at him planning something as Akira is]

Huh. . .

I don't know. I thought you might?

[he pulls back from the wall, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck, sheepish]

He came to talk to me this morning about the calling card posters, and then asked me if I knew what you were planning. I said no, because-- well.

I don't, if you are-- in fact-- planning something.

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[...]

Is that so?

[He narrows his eyes, obviously annoyed now. Hm. Should he sell a little kid to the house for one corn chip?]

I don't know what Amada-kun is talking about, but I'm not planning anything. [He scoffs.] And you're an idiot for believing it. What, exactly, did he say?

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[NO??? HE'S A GOOD JUSTICE KID???]

[. . .]

[Akira lifts a hand to his chin, expression thoughtful]

He did say he planned on asking you. . . he just came to me first because-- [WAVES A HAND THAT ISN'T IMPORTANT]

He also said he was curious because Blue mentioned that you and I want the same thing, but we're going about it using different methods.

[which is honestly true to life before the mansion so like, that checks out]

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Because?

[It's important to him, Akira. You kabedon'd him over this shit.]

The only thing I'm planning is to crush this house after we have secured our escape route. What I lack are the means. Isn't it the same for you? [Like, that is still honestly true to life. Hm.] What I don't understand is why he felt the need to run to you.

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After we've saved Blue and the other ghosts who are stuck here, too.

[so yeah, it is the same!! with that one small difference, he supposes]

[. . .]

[annnnd as for the "because"—]

He came to me first because. . . we're close.

[that's it that's what Ken said]

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Who do you think the escape route is for?

[BINCH. He wants to do the right thing, too. Kind of. Sort of. Probably. He is very bad at it but fuck the house.

He crosses his arms, making a face.]

... Well, I suppose you two speak more often than I speak to Amada-kun.

[Akira didn't specify which "we"...]

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[well. Akira nods at that, a little. . . pleased? that's right do the right thing Akechi]

No, doofus. He meant you and I. He asked me first because he said you and I are close.

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[...]

I see.

[... That's it. That's all he has to say about that. Thank you for making the concept of "being close" awkward two days ago, Akira Kurusu.

Leans... against the wall.........]

So what you mean to say is that he told you one thing, and you decided to overreact.

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[you're welcome, Akechi Goro]

No. That was payback for when you cornered me last week.

[har har]

I was actually wondering if you had shared something with him; that's all. But it sounds like he's just assuming you've always got something planned.

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[GIVING HIM AN UNIMPRESSED LOOK.]

You would know if I had something planned. Or have you forgotten the terms of our deal once again?

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I haven't forgotten.

[holds up one hand, palm facing forward, since the other is still clutching his crutch]

I'm not doubting you.

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[... Raises an eyebrow at him. Don't ask how that works on his uncanny valley face right now. It just does.]

This entire conversation started because you doubted me.

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It started because Ken said something strange and I thought I missed something.

[is that the same as doubt I don't think so!!!]

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[It absolutely is, and Akechi's face says so. :/]

Is that all you had to say?

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[:/!!]

No.

[it is true it isn't I promise this thread isn't just Akira kabedoning him based on a miscommunication]

. . .

Can you still eat and drink?

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[............ Please stop reminding him he's a literal puppet now, ffs.]

I don't know. [CURTLY.] I haven't tried. Does it matter?

[The answer is yes he can, but his mouth situation is currently freaking him out. It's fine.]

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Yes, because I was going to offer to make you lunch.

[he has only made curry ONCE since being here and that's a crime]

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[..................

Will he brave the mouth situation for food he doesn't have to make himself? Maybe so.]

... I suppose we can find out, as long as you handle all the cooking yourself.

[Akechi, please learn how to cook.]

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[Akechi]

Mooch.

[but that was, like. the entire point of asking. TO THE KITCHEN THEY GO]

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[Sweetly:]

You offered.

[Feed! Him! Off to the kitchen they go.]