He gives him a dirty look, but doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he scoffs and returns to his coffee, drinking whatever is still left inside the thermos.]
[Ah. That is apparently something he hasn't thought about at all, judging by the way Akechi stops. It takes him a moment before he responds, putting the thermos down to stare at it as he does.
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The calling card. I want to see what you wrote.
[That is not quite a thing to do, but it's the first thing that comes to mind?]
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He gives him a dirty look, but doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he scoffs and returns to his coffee, drinking whatever is still left inside the thermos.]
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When we get home. . . is there anything you want to do before you-- ah.
Before you turn yourself in?
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The calling card. I want to see what you wrote.
[That is not quite a thing to do, but it's the first thing that comes to mind?]
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We didn't write anything.
We recorded a video and hijacked national television so it'd play all over Japan.
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He's momentarily stunned, eyes widening a fraction in surprise... and then he begins to laugh.]
Damn, I'm a little jealous. That piece of shit's reaction... It must have been a sight to see.
[Never mind that, uh, things would have gone pretty badly for him if Akechi was still alive when Shido got the calling card. Eh.]
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But the confession afterwards?
[a huffed laugh, smile sharp]
It was pretty damn pathetic.
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[The thought almost makes up for the hostage DVD snapping. Almost!]