[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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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]