[He is absolutely not and Akira has witnessed this firsthand. Akechi, you dumbass.
But, fine. He'll be nice and offer him a hand, gripping the pool table with the other for support to make up for the loss of sensation. Get off the floor, Akira. The rats are gonna scurry all over that later...]
[but he does take Akechi's hand, his grip equally as tight, though mostly because of the pain. the support helps him pull himself to his feet, but he grits his teeth tightly as he does so]
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[He is absolutely not and Akira has witnessed this firsthand. Akechi, you dumbass.
But, fine. He'll be nice and offer him a hand, gripping the pool table with the other for support to make up for the loss of sensation. Get off the floor, Akira. The rats are gonna scurry all over that later...]
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[JUST GONNA STRAIGHT UP CALL HIM OUT ON THAT]
[but he does take Akechi's hand, his grip equally as tight, though mostly because of the pain. the support helps him pull himself to his feet, but he grits his teeth tightly as he does so]
Thanks. . .
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Those sound like the words of someone who wants me to let go.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT WHILE HE'S HELPING YOU!! He will absolutely drop him flat on his ass if he wants to... Except he won't.
Rude.]
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[now that he's standing up again he's braced himself on the pool table so YOU CAN'T DROP HIM, AKECHI!! HA!!!]
[anyway he gives the pool table a dubious look, then glances at the door, then back to Akechi]
. . .
Well, I'm out of ideas.
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[Don't make him throttle you again, Akira. He will if he must.]
We haven't tried the couches. [BLANDLY... Glancing at Akira.] But you're no help in this state.
[Why did you throw out your back, you fool. You peon. You absolute buffoon.]
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I'd say we should've tried those first, but. Hindsight.
[is 20/20, etc etc]
We could always play shiritori to pass the time.
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I'm not going to play shiritori with you.
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[with a deep breath, he pushes away from the pool table and limbs to the cabinet with the pool cues. gonna fetch himself one tyvm]
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He sighs.]
Fine...
[Time to fetch a pool cue for himself, then.
Conversationally:]
Do you believe this is Master Blue's work?
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[just. said bluntly, no hesitation. he's gonna use his cue stick as a walking stick as he limps back towards the table]
But any guess I'd make as to why this is happening would be a crap shoot in the dark.