catch-all: akira.

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[and as though Akira can sense that tension. . . which. let's be real, he can]

Relax. If it's someone Hunter trusts, then it's probably okay.

[Akira isn't a naturally trusting person, per se, but he also isn't paranoid, so??? if Hunter trusts whomever he gave the flute to, then Akira will trust them, too]

I don't know either of them well enough to ask either, but I might be able to get an answer out of Beau.

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Trust won't keep that person from dying and ruining everything for us.

[Akechi can be paranoid enough for everyone in this murder house.]

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No, but their quick wits and whatever other defenses they have will.

[the sound of sizzling vegetables fills the kitchen as Akira sautees him some onions and carrots]

You might not like it, but you have to have some level of trust for people, here. I'm not saying you have to trust them with your life, or believe that they can do no wrong, but--

[hm]

Do you trust Hunter?

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What kind of question is that?

[That's a no, Akira.]

Everyone in this house is a means to an end. Their thoughts, their opinions, their beliefs — all of those things mean nothing to me. The only thing I need is their cooperation for the next two weeks.

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[stops stirring the vegetables long enough to just. . . dead eye stare at Akechi like a man peering into the abyss]

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[and since they just had this argument like. . . two days ago, Akira opts not to get into it again lest he be forced to rely on The Smooch to calm Akechi down again]







You're still an idiot, I see.

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[He stares back, unblinking.

With a scoff:]

Don't ask questions if you're only going to become upset once you hear an answer you don't like.

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[Akira scoffs as well, but it's more. . . amused than judgmental at this point. Akechi always gonna be Akechi, and he clearly has not ruminated on their conversation about SELF-IMPROVEMENT at all]

Either way, that ball is out of your court, now. Don't give Hunter a hard time for it; he doesn't deserve it.

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[Bold of Akira to think Akechi would learn his lesson. Sometimes it just be like that.]

What do you think I intend to do? Beat the answer out of him? [No promises that he won't grill him, though.] This would have all been avoided if they allowed me to hold onto the bag.

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[SOMETIMES IT JUST BE LIKE THAT]

No, but I wouldn't be surprised if you interrogated him.

[while the base of the curry sauce simmers, Akira hobbles towards Peach's coffee maker to make a pot of (WHAT ELSE) coffee]

Your control freak side is showing.

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It's too late for that.

[What did you think he did when he found out, Akira? Gosh. He watches him, not moving from his current spot.]

Shut up. [ROLLING HIS EYES...] Someone has to keep track of what the others are doing. It's amazing that you've managed to come so far with that blasé attitude.

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There's a fine line between "working too hard" and "not caring enough." I've perfected that line.

[he flashes Akechi a grin before pouring him a cup of that freshly brewed coffee and sliding it across the counter]

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[Akira gets a flat look in return for that grin. He's? So lucky he likes coffee too much to pour it on his head instead?]

What you've perfected is being detestable.

[He takes that cup, though, holding it in his hands but hesitating to take a sip from it just yet. Hm.]

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[HAH. . . Akira can't help but let out a breathless huff as he turns to pour himself a mug of coffee as well. there's a note of amusement in what he says next]

Is that really the word you'd use to describe me?

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Should I call you irritating instead?

[The coffee mug makes a sound when he brings it up to his lips, like ceramic bumping into something solid. He is still able to take a small sip, though, regardless of the face a second later.]

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I'll take it as a compliment.

[wwwatching Akechi as he sips at the coffee]

How does it taste?

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[...

Smoothing out his expression. Nothing to see here.]

It's delicious.

[Keeps sipping. It's fine. It doesn't sound like he's lying, anyway?]

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[Akechi. . .]

You can tell me if something's wrong, you know.

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[... Rolls his eyes at him.]

There's nothing wrong with the coffee, Akira. I wouldn't lie to spare your feelings.

[He's still drinking it? It's probably fine.]

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[HE DOES NOT BELIEVE IT IS FINE AT ALL!! but if Akechi is still drinking it, then. . .]

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Hn. You wouldn't, but it wasn't the coffee I was asking about.

[anyway he's going back to finishing up his curry tyvm]

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You didn't specify.

[But even though he says that, it doesn't look like Akechi is willing to share whatever the heckie is wrong now. Just embrace the body horror and move on.]

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You knew what I meant.

[gonna. give Akechi a glance out of the corners of his vision and just keep making curry. he guesses. will Akechi be able to taste it??? probably not. is he still gonna feed it to him? yah]

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Perhaps I did.

[In a tone that implies that, yeah, he's doing that on purpose. Either way... It's hard to tell if his sense of taste is the issue, or something else entirely. The weird face he made earlier aside, he finishes his coffee off as he normally would.]

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Perhaps.

[. . . but. he won't pry any further than that. and once Akechi finishes his coffee, the curry is ready! so Akira is going to ladle some of that onto a plate with some fresh white rice and slide it across the counter for Akechi to enjoy. "enjoy." with some utensils, of course]

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[THANKS, AKIRA... He silently pokes the curry around with the utensils before, uh, taking a bite. Is it spicy? What's it taste like? His sense of taste is, in fact, fine. Gosh.]