[Luna's reaction to the announcement and Haruka's subsequent death hadn't escaped Akira's notice, even if he had been. . . somewhat preoccupied (WITH STUPID AKECHI) beforehand. when he finally manages to pry himself away from the detective and calm the anger he feels boiling in his gut (reducing it to a mere simmer), he seeks her out]
[and finds her slumped in a chair in one of the hallways, looking oh-so worse for the wear]
[. . .]
Luna-san. . .?
[he approaches surprisingly slowly in a movement that is allllmost a limp, but not quite. despite the simmering anger, he keeps his voice even and calm]
[Her head is buzzing, buzzing, buzzingbuzzingbuzz--
She doesn't respond to his voice, only noting that he's even nearby by chance, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral, seeing his lips move but nothing past the buzzingbuzzingscreeching--]
[he gives her a little bit of time to decompress-- to come to terms with the everything that had happened throughout the course of the day. but once Akira has soaked himself in the shower long enough to feel semi-clean again (it was not five hours but it was definitely at least an hour) he makes his way to Luna's room]
[and knocks gently]
[. . .]
[and then realizes she can't hear and slips a note under the door that just says:]
[it turns out, once you sleep for. . . say, eight hours??? you really, really don't feel like sleeping anymore]
[Akira meanders throughout the mansion after the trial, drifting from room to room idly and almost on autopilot, like he isn't really paying attention to where his feet are taking him. nothing about what happened at that trial felt right. . . and he can't shake the sinking sensation he feels in the pits of his stomach]
[by chance (or subconscious desire??) he finds himself outside, wandering towards the garden. and when he gets there?]
Luna--
[he sees her, and he lets out an exhale of relief before approaching]
[he guides her away from the ballroom and up the stairwell, until they're in the music room. it's soothing in here, he thinks. . . a good place to discuss the things that happened on Tuesday evening]
[and the first thing he does when they get there? he turns around to face her, unwinds the cloth from around his arm, and shows her. . . nothing]
[his arm is fine. there's nothing visibly wrong with it??? no injures. . . nothing]
Have you been having weird emotional connections with people this week, Luna?
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
[and by delicious I mean. . . it's filled with the scent of hot, simmering curry spice! and that's because someone has decided to calm himself down by making himself some afternoon comfort curry, the coffee isn't a surprise; he's been downing that all week, thanks to the no-sleep motive effects. but curry? this is the first time he's made it since coming to his mansion. he hopes Peach's supply of spices will suffice]
[and that's where Luna will find Akira, should she be searching for him! standing over the kitchen stove, stirring a stainless steel pot full of curry. a bit absentmindedly, but hey. can she blame him?]
[She's been absent since the failed execution, mostly to give those close to Hunter some space. But once she's had the space to recollect herself, she pulls her hair back up in its original braided state, finally taking the time to change.
She has a few people she needs to find... and Akira is one of them. She can't detect the smells, unfortunately, but she knows the feeling of a hot kitchen, enough to give her pause through the dining room. A detour, then.
...
Her voice stays soft as she approaches, not wanting to distract him.]
[Luna is deep in thought when she wanders into the museum in the late morning, her notebook in hand. Though she takes a glance up at the artifacts from time to time, it's clear it's not what's on her mind, carefully flipping through the pages with a look of tired concentration.
[Akira spent most of his day here yesterday what he is doing back in the museum. . . but anyway, he is too busy focusing on the ouija board (STILL) that he doesn't notice Luna when she enters!]
[and so she bumps into him pretty solidly, sending him stumbling forward a few steps with a surprised yelp. he spins on his heel to face her, an apology ready on his tongue--]
[She's doing her rounds, given the sheer amount of people that have been hurt. Even with the healing item from Brilith taking care of what remained of Akira's leg, Luna still checks up on him several times during the day, monitoring his pain and hoping against hopes he doesn't develop an infection over everything that had happened.
It's when she slides into the infirmary later in the day that she seems a little more... serious in tone. She's checking him as usual, but something obviously weighs on her mind.
She unloops the infirmary stethoscope from her neck as she finishes up her examination, lips pursed in thought.]
[Akira spends the entire day resting in the infirmary, relying on other people to bring him blankets and food and water. don't get him wrong; he doesn't want to stay cooped up in here forever!1 but 24 hours of immobility in order to recuperate is probably a wise idea. he can force himself to walk (with a crutch, of course) tomorrow]
[. . .]
[tomorrow. . . when someone will likely still be killed, regardless of the progress they've been making on solving the mansion's mysteries]
[maybe he shouldn't think about that]
[for now. . . people are fussing, and Akira isn't going to stop them from fussing, even if a part of it makes him feel strange. he is so used to being on the other side of things]
Hn?
[when Luna finishes her examination, Akira draws a blanket loosely around his shoulders and gives her a curious look]
[Luna's quick to vanish with Zenitsu in tow, and for at least a little while, she'll keep the infirmary door closed to give them privacy as they fix the poor boy's arm. But once that's over, she'll take some time to look for Akira. If he's still with Chuuya... then she'll give them their privacy. But otherwise, she at least wants to broach the topic of all that had happened the last couple of days.]
[it's okay, Akira vanishes to Room 11 with Chuuya in tow almost immediately after the trial. it's a struggle for him to hobble up the stairwell on his crutches, but he manages!! and that's where he can be found once he's done trying to comfort his roommate through his loss]
[and incidentally, Akira just so happens to be opening his bedroom door, ready to search for Luna himself, when she passes by]
[he's looking for her specifically on Thursday morning, first checking her room and then the chapel and then the infirmary below. it's his third try that finds him successful, and he knocks gently on the infirmary door frame when he sees her]
Hey, Luna-- [and then he sees that she's wrapping her arm, and he quickly hobbles into the room]
[She is RUNNING TO HELP THAT STUPID GROUP IN THE ROOM UPSTAIRS but she will find Akira and GRAB him by the arm and pull him to the side with such a look of panic, you think someone might be dead.]
[It's late on Saturday when she finally, finally takes a moment to walk back to Room 1. Her hair's a mess, tied up in a bun that's barely hanging together as she fumbles for her key with a shaking hand, leaving the room. Her dress is still spattered with blood all over the skirt. She really should have looked for something else from the closet, but... it's not really on her mind. Not much is on her mind at all, other than pulling what she needs from her belongings, and going somewhere else for the night.
It's as she's slipping something into her pocket and turning around that she sees Akira on the stairwell. She perks up, just for a moment, before letting her body language settle back with a fatigued exhale, her gaze tired and soft and more than a little worried.
If he's too tired to talk, she doesn't want to bother him. But she will try to give him a forlorn smile if he ever looks her way.]
[actually. . . Luna is just the person Akira wanted to see right now, and he finds himself instinctively perking up, his expression softening when he catches her in the hallway. the blood on her dress doesn't go unnoticed, but. . . he saw what happened to Nic after the trial. he doesn't need to ask]
Luna?
[he's been so busy, reading Nick's notes and copying them down, ever since the trial ended]
[he needs. . . some time to relax. and Luna. . . she's good at that, isn't she?]
[well, that sure was one exciting execution. er. . . "execution," he supposes. he imagines Luna is exhausted afterwards, so he gives her a bit of time to tend to Galo and Lio and recover. but he doesn't wait too long, because sometime on Sunday evening--]
[he seeks her out, a bag of tools from Peach clutched in his good hand. because a promise is a promise, and he intends to keep his, even if his attempts end in failure]
[She's in the astronomy tower, gazing up at the setting sun and the start of the stars peeking out of the sky. An unfamiliar coat rests on her shoulders, one far too big for her that she holds around her shoulders with her good hand like a blanket.]
[it's a busy day for one Kurusu Akira, who spends a lot of it exchanging information and trying to find one (1) missing Agni. and as the day comes to a close, he realizes there's still one person he hasn't checked on yet. someone who is probably just as affected-- if not more affected-- by these two deaths than Akira]
[he finds her in the graveyard, the evidence of his and Hunter's efforts from earlier in the day still visible. there are various mounds of freshly disturbed dirt scattered across the graveyard, like someone was digging there, looking for something else! haha. it's fine. it's totally fine]
[He will probably hear something before she ever hears him, the quiet sounds echoing off the graves. Her wings give her away, even folded up as they are where she sits, huddled on her knees in the grass, a necklace in one hand and something else gripped tightly in the other.
She'll turn her head slightly when she hears him.]
...Akira... [Mmm. She turns to look back at her lap, wings shifting.] Sorry. I... I needed a place to think...
[he can't stick around while Brilith is working. if he did, then all he would be doing is pacing and waiting and stagnating and worrying. so he leaves Luna to Brilith, meanders the mansion to talk to people to exchange information, checking in on Brilith every so often to see if she needs help. and when the evening finally winds down, he falls asleep in the lab, slumped up against one wall with one knee drawn up to his torso and his head resting against it]
[. . .]
[he is asleep when Luna finally returns to full consciousness, whenever that might be. but he's a light sleeper, so he'll be able to hear it]
[She drifts in and out of low power mode as Brilith tirelessly works on her, trying to keep her sessions as short as possible. It's a lot. Errors flood her mind. It hurts. It hurts. But she lets Brilith work, noting how every waking moment seems to slowly get a little less overwhelming. She's being repaired. Perhaps not completely, but... enough.
It's near the end, when Brilith has finally, finally stabilized her enough to leave the lab and take a goddamn nap, that they now find themselves alone, both Akira and Luna essentially asleep. It's very, very, VERY early in the morning when Luna finally, carefully allows herself to come back online.
It's nothing, at first. Just the soft whir of her mechanisms as her body tries to sort itself out. She keeps herself perfectly still as the flooding of errors starts to pile up, acknowledging which ones were minor, which ones might be major, and which ones were impossible to ignore at all. She attempts to move an arm. Ten more errors fly up. It hurts.
Brilith isn't around... and Luna can't hear anyone else, nor has she turned her eyes back on to take a look around. She carefully puts her arm back down... and lets out a long, pained exhale.]
[The mood around the mansion is so... odd today. Not quite sad, but... not quite happy, either. There's elation, but there's anticipation, a fear of the unknown fighting the comfort of seeing those that had been lost. It's why Luna doesn't try to look for him right away. She knows that catching up will do some good. But.. there's still something that sits in her mind, moreso now that she's spoken to Reito again.
So once the day has had some time to move along, she goes looking for Akira. If she finds him in the company of another, she politely leaves them be. But eventually, she'll find him alone, rummaging around the kitchen.]
[the feeling blanketing the mansion is a bit strange. . . the melancholic presence of their deceased friends, along with the announcement by the sisters, layers everything in a sort of tense anxiety that only the unexpected could bring. but Akira decides to focus on the positives for now, because despite everything that's happening, he wants to go into the week with a courageous mind]
[Luna will find Akira blessedly alone as he rummages through the kitchen for some curry ingredients! looks like he's about to start cooking, though he stops when Luna approaches]
[he doesn't get much sleep Monday night, if he's being completely honest. there's too much on his mind, too much riding on the days to come, and an uncomfortable anxiety settling in the pit of his stomach, heavy and debilitating]
[. . .]
[so he spends Monday night doing something else. he spends Tuesday morning gathering up his thoughts and trying to put them together in a coherent, understandable way]
[and he finds her in the infirmary about an hour before she leaves. he leans his shoulder against the door frame and knocks gently to announce his presence before her name falls from his lips, tentative and somewhat uncertain]
[She's off in the corner next to one of the cabinets, gathering supplies with a slow, cold efficiency. She doesn't want to do this. She's frightened. She's tired. She's... hurt. But she knows what's likely to be ahead, and she knows she has some sort of responsibilty to the ones she had decided to go with.
At the sound of her name, the sound of his voice - HIS voice, both the one thing she wanted to hear and the very last thing she wanted to deal with - Luna freezes. Just for a moment, letting out a rough, pained exhale through the nose... before quietly continuing what she was doing.]
[She's tired. She's so, so tired. With so many people back in the shared space, it's hard to find anywhere private, and the bedrooms have changed drastically enough that she knows she can't retreat there anymore. So she tries for the lounge, hoping she might be able to find one of the couches free.
Instead, she opens the door... and finds Akira.
...
Her gaze drifts to the floor as she closes the door behind her.]
[their new and tightly packed living area is why Akira is in the lounge in the first place, to be perfectly frank. his room was never quiet, what with Chuuya staying there with him, but it was at least a little. . . peaceful. now? finding peace is almost impossible, and Akira was lucky enough to claim one of the lounge couches for himself without any competition]
[but he only maintains the quiet, sprawled out on one of the couches in deep exhaustion, for a few minutes before Luna enters]
[. . . not that he minds her presence, of course. not that he ever has. as she shuts the door behind her, Akira pushes himself upright, drawing his limbs in on himself to instinctively make more room on the couch for her. should she choose to sit]
Because when it starts to get late, Luna is going to come find Akira, take him by the hand, and wordlessly lead him to one of the bedrooms. Which one? Take your pick.]
[hopefully an empty one??? AKIRA SURE DON'T CARE, he is too tired to even ask what she's doing. he follows without any commentary of his own, hobbling after her on his crutch, entire body slack with exhaustion]
week 0, friday post-body announcement
[and finds her slumped in a chair in one of the hallways, looking oh-so worse for the wear]
[. . .]
Luna-san. . .?
[he approaches surprisingly slowly in a movement that is allllmost a limp, but not quite. despite the simmering anger, he keeps his voice even and calm]
Are you all right?
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She doesn't respond to his voice, only noting that he's even nearby by chance, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral, seeing his lips move but nothing past the buzzingbuzzingscreeching--]
Oh. Akira.
[Her voice, though clear, is numb in tone.]
I'm sorry, did.... did you need something?
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[and knocks gently]
[. . .]
[and then realizes she can't hear and slips a note under the door that just says:]
Is Luna there? It's Akira.
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There's no response. But there is the sound of movement towards the door, and the sound of paper being picked up.
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A few minutes later, the same note is slipped under the door, Luna's mechanically neat handwriting underneath his own.]
I'm here.
What can I do for you, Akira?
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[Akira meanders throughout the mansion after the trial, drifting from room to room idly and almost on autopilot, like he isn't really paying attention to where his feet are taking him. nothing about what happened at that trial felt right. . . and he can't shake the sinking sensation he feels in the pits of his stomach]
[by chance (or subconscious desire??) he finds himself outside, wandering towards the garden. and when he gets there?]
Luna--
[he sees her, and he lets out an exhale of relief before approaching]
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w2, wednesday
[and the first thing he does when they get there? he turns around to face her, unwinds the cloth from around his arm, and shows her. . . nothing]
[his arm is fine. there's nothing visibly wrong with it??? no injures. . . nothing]
Have you been having weird emotional connections with people this week, Luna?
WEEK TWO - POST BODY (1/3)
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
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w2, sunday post-execution
[and by delicious I mean. . . it's filled with the scent of hot, simmering curry spice! and that's because someone has decided to calm himself down by making himself some afternoon comfort curry, the coffee isn't a surprise; he's been downing that all week, thanks to the no-sleep motive effects. but curry? this is the first time he's made it since coming to his mansion. he hopes Peach's supply of spices will suffice]
[and that's where Luna will find Akira, should she be searching for him! standing over the kitchen stove, stirring a stainless steel pot full of curry. a bit absentmindedly, but hey. can she blame him?]
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She has a few people she needs to find... and Akira is one of them. She can't detect the smells, unfortunately, but she knows the feeling of a hot kitchen, enough to give her pause through the dining room. A detour, then.
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Her voice stays soft as she approaches, not wanting to distract him.]
...There you are, Akira.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
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WEEK THREE - TUESDAY
Whoever's doing Luna's wardrobe is being nice, at least.
As it is, she's probably going to walk straight into Akira, so. Oops.]
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[and so she bumps into him pretty solidly, sending him stumbling forward a few steps with a surprised yelp. he spins on his heel to face her, an apology ready on his tongue--]
[and he freezes]
[was he going to say something??? he's staring]
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WEEK THREE - THURSDAY
It's when she slides into the infirmary later in the day that she seems a little more... serious in tone. She's checking him as usual, but something obviously weighs on her mind.
She unloops the infirmary stethoscope from her neck as she finishes up her examination, lips pursed in thought.]
Akira... Could I ask you something?
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[. . .]
[tomorrow. . . when someone will likely still be killed, regardless of the progress they've been making on solving the mansion's mysteries]
[maybe he shouldn't think about that]
[for now. . . people are fussing, and Akira isn't going to stop them from fussing, even if a part of it makes him feel strange. he is so used to being on the other side of things]
Hn?
[when Luna finishes her examination, Akira draws a blanket loosely around his shoulders and gives her a curious look]
Of course. . . what is it?
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WEEK 3, SATURDAY - POST TRIAL
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[and incidentally, Akira just so happens to be opening his bedroom door, ready to search for Luna himself, when she passes by]
-- oh, Luna? Hey, do you have a minute?
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Hey, Luna-- [and then he sees that she's wrapping her arm, and he quickly hobbles into the room]
Here, can I help you with that?
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[She starts, like a child who was just about to be caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Um. Mmm.]
It's... It's okay. I, um... needed to take a look anyway.
Is everything okay?
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WEEK FOUR - FRIDAY - IMMEDIATELY AFTER INVES
Akira! Akira, w-where's Akechi?????
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[bright side: Luna is absolutely keeping Akira's mind off of Phoenix's death]
[down side? NOW HE'S WORRIED ABOUT AKECHI]
-- what?
What do you mean, "where's Akechi?" Wasn't he with you?
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WEEK FOUR - SATURDAY - POST TRIAL
It's as she's slipping something into her pocket and turning around that she sees Akira on the stairwell. She perks up, just for a moment, before letting her body language settle back with a fatigued exhale, her gaze tired and soft and more than a little worried.
If he's too tired to talk, she doesn't want to bother him. But she will try to give him a forlorn smile if he ever looks her way.]
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[actually. . . Luna is just the person Akira wanted to see right now, and he finds himself instinctively perking up, his expression softening when he catches her in the hallway. the blood on her dress doesn't go unnoticed, but. . . he saw what happened to Nic after the trial. he doesn't need to ask]
Luna?
[he's been so busy, reading Nick's notes and copying them down, ever since the trial ended]
[he needs. . . some time to relax. and Luna. . . she's good at that, isn't she?]
Are you busy?
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w4, sunday
[he seeks her out, a bag of tools from Peach clutched in his good hand. because a promise is a promise, and he intends to keep his, even if his attempts end in failure]
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w5, friday
[he finds her in the graveyard, the evidence of his and Hunter's efforts from earlier in the day still visible. there are various mounds of freshly disturbed dirt scattered across the graveyard, like someone was digging there, looking for something else! haha. it's fine. it's totally fine]
[anyway--]
Luna?
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She'll turn her head slightly when she hears him.]
...Akira... [Mmm. She turns to look back at her lap, wings shifting.] Sorry. I... I needed a place to think...
What are you doing out here...?
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im just using this icon cause god knows i will be spamming the robot enough tomorrow
robot week sees extra robot activity!1
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w5, early sunday morning
[. . .]
[he is asleep when Luna finally returns to full consciousness, whenever that might be. but he's a light sleeper, so he'll be able to hear it]
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It's near the end, when Brilith has finally, finally stabilized her enough to leave the lab and take a goddamn nap, that they now find themselves alone, both Akira and Luna essentially asleep. It's very, very, VERY early in the morning when Luna finally, carefully allows herself to come back online.
It's nothing, at first. Just the soft whir of her mechanisms as her body tries to sort itself out. She keeps herself perfectly still as the flooding of errors starts to pile up, acknowledging which ones were minor, which ones might be major, and which ones were impossible to ignore at all. She attempts to move an arm. Ten more errors fly up. It hurts.
Brilith isn't around... and Luna can't hear anyone else, nor has she turned her eyes back on to take a look around. She carefully puts her arm back down... and lets out a long, pained exhale.]
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i'm so done with the robot icon it can fucking jump off a cliff
TOMORROW YOU WILL BE FREE
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WEEK SIX - MONDAY
So once the day has had some time to move along, she goes looking for Akira. If she finds him in the company of another, she politely leaves them be. But eventually, she'll find him alone, rummaging around the kitchen.]
Ah, t-there you are. I've been looking for you.
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[Luna will find Akira blessedly alone as he rummages through the kitchen for some curry ingredients! looks like he's about to start cooking, though he stops when Luna approaches]
Oh-- Luna.
[a small smile, fond and happy to see her]
Did you need something?
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w6, tuesday afternoon an hour before she leaves
[. . .]
[so he spends Monday night doing something else. he spends Tuesday morning gathering up his thoughts and trying to put them together in a coherent, understandable way]
[and he finds her in the infirmary about an hour before she leaves. he leans his shoulder against the door frame and knocks gently to announce his presence before her name falls from his lips, tentative and somewhat uncertain]
. . . Luna?
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At the sound of her name, the sound of his voice - HIS voice, both the one thing she wanted to hear and the very last thing she wanted to deal with - Luna freezes. Just for a moment, letting out a rough, pained exhale through the nose... before quietly continuing what she was doing.]
Is there something you needed?
[It's quiet, numb, like stone.]
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week 6 - sunday
Instead, she opens the door... and finds Akira.
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Her gaze drifts to the floor as she closes the door behind her.]
...I'm not disturbing you, am I?
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[but he only maintains the quiet, sprawled out on one of the couches in deep exhaustion, for a few minutes before Luna enters]
[. . . not that he minds her presence, of course. not that he ever has. as she shuts the door behind her, Akira pushes himself upright, drawing his limbs in on himself to instinctively make more room on the couch for her. should she choose to sit]
Hn? No, of course not.
. . . did you need something?
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w6 - SATURDAY bc that last one was friday and i just have no concept of time
Because when it starts to get late, Luna is going to come find Akira, take him by the hand, and wordlessly lead him to one of the bedrooms. Which one? Take your pick.]
WHAT IS TIME
[THAT WAS A LOT]
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WHEN U HIT ENTER TOO EARLY. . .
Rip
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