catch-all: akira.

[miscakes]

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[miscakes]

An advantage over us...

[It sounds like there's something on his mind, but he moves on quickly enough.]

Assuming we don't die before then, I plan to call a meeting on Sunday evening. The sisters and Master Blue all agree that we have what we need to locate the source. It's a matter of comparing notes in our own time. [He gives him a look here, still following after him.] I expect your assistance to ensure everyone attends the meeting.

[survivaltricks]

[ah. . .]

[. . . Akira blinks at Akechi a few times, expression growing slack in something like surprise. when he looks away again, he's smiling just a little bit]

. . . yeah. Of course. You don't even need to ask.

[miscakes]

[Don't look at him like that!! Akechi narrows his eyes at him, as if daring him to say something. This is all for the sake of getting to 1v1 the fucking house.]

Wonderful. [Good catboy!] Then, why don't you spread the word starting today? Regardless of what happens to us, this meeting will be essential if we want to break the cycle.

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[mmmhm sure thing Akechi. regardless!! he says nothing]

Mmm. Then I'll start sending out the Crow signal as soon as we're done here.

[heh heh]

[crow signal]

[miscakes]

[Let him do the right thing out of SPITE, wtf. :/

He rolls his eyes at him.]

Don't you dare call it that.

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Too late. No take backs.

Crow signal.

[he will not actually call it that but Akechi doesn't need to know]

[miscakes]

I will kill you myself.

[If the house doesn't get to Akira first then Akechi WILL.]

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[i wish he would u_u]

[but Akira just snorts softly, clearly not taking Akechi at face value with that threat]

My one request is that you use a gun. Make it quick and clean.

[and he points at index finger at Akechi, eye squinted shut]

[and fingerguns]

[miscakes]

[HE IS SO

UNIMPRESSED.]

So you can worm your way out of it again? I think not.

[survivaltricks]

As if I wouldn't "worm my way out of it" if you tried any other method.

[joking with your would-be murderer about his attempt on your life. . . #coping]

[miscakes]

Oh, I can think of a few method you would never see coming.

[They're................... bonding, probably.]

[survivaltricks]

[OMINOUS. . .]

I'd ask you what they are, but that would ruin the surprise.

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[He! Smiles!]

I wouldn't tell you even if you asked.

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[a hum!!]

Then let me ask you a different question.

[oh??]

Since coming here, do you feel like you've changed at all?

[oh]

[miscakes]

[...

Akira really has a way of asking questions that make the smile slide right off his face, huh.]

What kind of ridiculous question is that?

[survivaltricks]

[only because you HATE FEELINGS, Akechi Goro]

[nevertheless, Akira shrugs, his own smile fading into something more pensive as he crouches in front of a flower bed to study said flowers]

I was just wondering. If you don't want to answer, that's fine.

[. . .]

. . . I feel like I have, though.

[miscakes]

[Feelings are garbage. It's fine.

He watches him from his current position, making no move to crouch down next to him.]

Where are you going with this?

[Hm.]

[survivaltricks]

[hm indeed!!]

Nowhere specific. [a tiny little shrug, a barely notable movement of his shoulders] I wanted to know how you felt about this places effect on you; that's all.

[miscakes]

... Is that so?

[Hmm...]

This place is a prison I plan to escape, nothing else. I have no feelings about it. So why would it have any effect on me?

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Hn.

[standing up and hobbling over to a different section of the garden, crouching in front of it next. he likes flowers so sue him!!]

. . . once upon a time, I think you might've gone about that differently than how you're doing it now.

[. . .]

[miscakes]

[He watches him hobble over to another section, trailing after him.]

Do you? [A scoff, already a bit... defensive.] You know nothing about me, except for what I allowed you to learn.

[survivaltricks]

[is that true. . .?]

[. . .]

[maybe he doesn't fully understand Akechi because Akechi won't let him, but. . . he does think he knows more about the detective than he'd like to admit]

[another pause, and Akira reaches out to gently tap a flower's petals]

I wanted to talk about Saturday, too. [. . .] And everything that happened.

[OH. . . HE'S. GOING THERE]

[miscakes]

[... Oh.

Akechi had no intention of bringing it up ever again, and he assumed Akira would do the same. It looks like he was wrong, though. Unfortunate.

Despite himself, he stills — and immediately forces himself to relax.]

Why? [Tersely.] There's nothing to talk about.

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[UNFORTUNATE]

[as [redacted] put it if they don't talk about it, then it becomes the THING they aren't talking about]

[either way, Akira winches at that tone. still very much not looking at Akechi, though. flowers are nice!!]

What were you hoping I'd say when you asked me what we were doing?

[miscakes]

[Maybe Akechi wanted it to become the Thing they aren't talking about? He was fine ignoring it for the rest of eternity, thanks.]

Nothing. [Immediately, a little sharply.

Akira isn't looking at him, but Akechi sure is staring at his back like he's trying to burn a hole into it.]

... You kissed me twice. Did you expect me not to question it?