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KURUSU AKIRA
17/M/Earth 2017

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[afailedmurder]

[snorts]

And invite a scandal that could kill my whole brand? Obviously not.

[survivaltricks]

[hhhhhah

[a sympathetic look. and then, a bit wistfully as he rocks back in his chair, once again sipping at his drink]

There was a boy in middle school I liked for a really long time.

He was the reason I learned how to play baseball.

[afailedmurder]

Ah, so you too...

[pauses, tilts his head to the side]

I don't know that I have a story like that. I was too far removed from others to think about things in that capacity.

Although... when I was in middle school, I recall having an intense interest in the original Detective Prince. When she came out as a girl, I remember thinking that it was pure genius — an absolute master stroke of marketing. But on a personal basis... I must say, I was a bit disappointed.

[survivaltricks]

"Intense interest."

[laughing a little at the way Akechi phrases it]

Of course you had a crush on the original Detective Prince. Nerd.

1/2

[afailedmurder]

A lot of people did! And I'll have you know, she's actually quite interesting in...

[afailedmurder]

...person?

[wait, when did I meet her]

[survivaltricks]

[immediately, without much thought]

Oh, I know.

[. . .]

[wait]

. . . I think?

[afailedmurder]

You too? That's... odd, right?

[?]

[???]

[...looks at the alcohol!?]

[survivaltricks]

It's--

[. . .]

[LOOKS AT THE ALCOHOL TOO??]

[. . .]

[TAKES ANOTHER DRINK]

[afailedmurder]

[same here]

Well! Perplexing deja vu aside, I'm glad to talk to you about it. This subject has always felt like just another way for me to be different from everyone else.

[survivaltricks]

[rocking back in his chair again, almost a little too far, though he doesn't yet fall]

Different, but in a good way. [and then, very seriously, but his words are a little slurred because the champagne is starting to go to his head] I'll always be willing to talk about cute boys with you, Akechi.

[afailedmurder]

[pausing to process]

You're... literally incredible.

[survivaltricks]

[TAKING IT AS A COMPLIMENT?? even if it's not mean to be one]

Aw. Thanks.

[afailedmurder]

[it was, in a backhanded sort of way]

Nothing phases you, nothing can stop you, you never stopped treating me like a friend...

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[quiet for a moment, allowing his chair to rock forward again, the front two legs hitting the floor with a snap]

. . . wanna do things right this time.

S'all.

[afailedmurder]

[shakes his head and leans forward]

You didn't do it wrong. Your jushtice prevailed.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god. shoves a hand in Akechi's face]

Ugh, that's not what I mean--

[afailedmurder]

[says something that is surely very passionate and meaningful, but between a hand in his face and alcohol in his system, is utterly incomprehensible]

[survivaltricks]

[Akira is totally not picking up a word of that, but he can FEEL the PASSION in Akechi's tone, so he. . . draws his hand away]

Wha?

[afailedmurder]

The path I chose— I walked it— shit, I said it better the first time.

[claps a hand on his shoulder]

I'm not your regret and I don' want you to light yourself on fire to keep me warm.

[and the other hand on the other shoulder]

When I want you on fire, I'll bring matches. Okay?

[survivaltricks]

[reaches out (a bit clumsily; he misses the first few times) and claps a hand on Akechi's shoulder in return]

That's not what I-- what I meant. I'm not on f-- I'm not on fire.

[shakes. . . Akechi a little bit]

[afailedmurder]

[spoken with the utmost of seriousness]

Would you like t'be?

[survivaltricks]

[WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN]

No?? I mean-- kind of?? But no?

[afailedmurder]

Kind of...

[moves his hand to just almost touch Akira's cheek, then withdraws it]

Fire...works. We should—were gonna set off fireworks.

[survivaltricks]

[blinks a little blearily as Akechi withdraws, his own hand coming up to touch his own cheek in confusion]

-- oh, yeah.

[FIREWORKS!!!]

. . .

We're gonna be real delinquents, playing with explosives while drunk.