["at least things are resolved with akechi now i just need to focus on lu--" haha bitch you thought
Which is to say, Akira is getting kabedon'd first thing in the morning because that is definitely what we need in this nearly empty murder house. Hi. Hello. Guess who's angry?]
[Is it really a bright side? Stares at him in disbelief.]
You're sorry? You think that's going to cut it?
[... But, at least, he pulls himself back so Akira isn't trapped against the wall anymore. Doesn't change the fact that he still looks angry at him, even as he crosses his arms.]
Do you understand how humiliating that was? [He scoffs.] No, of course you don't. You don't use your head at all.
Unnecessarily. [Immediately, obviously irritated.] Both of you are complete fools.
[Haha, well. Please, worry less. Things would be fine if no one gave a shit!!]
Akira, just what did you think would happen if you didn't talk to me about it? Did you really believe I would give a damn if I found out by other means?
Akechi is going to grab his arm in a vice grip, intent on using it as leverage before he turns around to deck him in the face.]
Don't you dare pin this on me. [He was starting to calm down a moment ago, but now? Hoo boy.] You have no fucking right to demand anything from me when you can't answer that question yourself!
[he ain't saying it, because he is too busy TAKING A PUNCH TO THE FACE. he reels back in surprise from the blow, hand shooting right to his cheek, which is already flushing an angry red from the contact]
[NOPE, there's no stopping him this time. he watches as Akechi's back slowly vanishes down the hallway, his own hand still pressed tightly against his cheek]
[. . .]
[. . . and then he lets out a small sigh as he slumps up against the wall]
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week six, thursday morning.
Which is to say, Akira is getting kabedon'd first thing in the morning because that is definitely what we need in this nearly empty murder house. Hi. Hello. Guess who's angry?]
Why [HISSING] did you tell Phoenix-san?
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Uh.
What?
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[EVERYTHING SURE WAS FINE and then #akiracrimes continued.]
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[just]
[lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose]
I only told him because I was asking him advice about Luna. I didn't ask him to go to you about it.
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[Should have gone to Reddit instead, Akira. Because, uh, that answer sure isn't helping.]
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[slumps a bit, and on the bright side his expression shifts from annoyance to something properly apologetic]
Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out.
[leave him alone dad seemed so trustworthy. . .!1]
Sorry. . .
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You're sorry? You think that's going to cut it?
[... But, at least, he pulls himself back so Akira isn't trapped against the wall anymore. Doesn't change the fact that he still looks angry at him, even as he crosses his arms.]
Do you understand how humiliating that was? [He scoffs.] No, of course you don't. You don't use your head at all.
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I told you, I didn't ask for him to go to you. He probably only did because he was worried.
[which. . .]
Which I do understand. The only reason I tried to talk to you about it after it happened was because I was worried, too.
[HE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT FEELINGS!! ANY MORE!! THAN HE PROBABLY ALREADY DID!!]
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[Haha, well. Please, worry less. Things would be fine if no one gave a shit!!]
Akira, just what did you think would happen if you didn't talk to me about it? Did you really believe I would give a damn if I found out by other means?
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I-- [he just]
[pauses as he tries to think this over]
. . . I don't know.
[Akechi kissed him back and he's been stuck on what that means for a while now??]
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He turns away from him, huffing out a humorless laugh.]
Right. Why do I expect you to know anything? How stupid of me.
[He's so tired of hearing "I don't know," you fool.]
Forget it. Finish your preparations for tonight. There will be no going back once we depart with Amada-kun and Phoenix-san.
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[reaches out to snag Akechi by the back of his shirt before he can step away, his grip white-knuckled. there's a note of frustration in his voice]
Do you know why you keep getting "I don't know" from me? It's because you won't tell me how you felt, Akechi.
You kissed me back. Regardless of why I kissed you first, you still-- [. . .] Of course I thought you'd care. I didn't want to hurt you.
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So, uh.
Akechi is going to grab his arm in a vice grip, intent on using it as leverage before he turns around to deck him in the face.]
Don't you dare pin this on me. [He was starting to calm down a moment ago, but now? Hoo boy.] You have no fucking right to demand anything from me when you can't answer that question yourself!
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[if Akira has a response to any of that]
[he ain't saying it, because he is too busy TAKING A PUNCH TO THE FACE. he reels back in surprise from the blow, hand shooting right to his cheek, which is already flushing an angry red from the contact]
[. . .]
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This time, he quickly steps back and out of Akira's reach while he's still stunned. Through his teeth, carefully enunciating each word for emphasis:]
I will see you tonight.
[If Akira wants to stop him, he'll have to tackle him. Otherwise, he turns on his heel and stomps off. Bye, bitch.]
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[. . .]
[. . . and then he lets out a small sigh as he slumps up against the wall]