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KURUSU AKIRA
17/M/Earth 2017

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[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.

[afailedmurder]

[chuckles]

Look at your influence on me.

[survivaltricks]

I'm kind of proud of it, honestly.

[hops out of his chair, stumbling a little on the landing]

I'm a c-- a co--- rupting influence.

[to the exit!!]

[afailedmurder]

[knocks back the last dregs of the champagne bottle and follows after]

[survivaltricks]

[FIREWORKS TIME!!! Akira is totally making his way to the storeroom to see if it carries fireworks]

'Taba and I did fireworks in the summer.

[nodnods!!!]

It was fun.

[afailedmurder]

[non-committal grunt; don't wanna talk about your friends, don't wanna fight about not wanting to talk about your friends]

[survivaltricks]

[in his alcohol-induced haze Akira totally misses the implication of that non-committal noise]

They didn't explode too much, though. We need something. . . big. Something--

[makes]

[firework motions with his hands]

["what are firework motions" I DON'T KNOW]

[afailedmurder]

[nodnodnod]

Something explosive.

[survivaltricks]

[nodnodnods more!! as they enter the storeroom]

Somethin' like--

[looking around, expression scrunched together, before he lights up and points at one of the shelves]

[with these lying on them]

-- that.