[ he catches the look in akira's eye and can place it easily enough. and while phoenix's placid expression doesn't change (he's got his pokerface on, after all), it's hard not to feel some sympathy. kids shouldn't have to see things like this. ]
[ not that there's much he can do it about it. ]
You'll have to speak up. My hearing is stating to go with my age.
[ah, right. Akira almost forgot. with a sheepish, apologetic expression, he pulls his HANDY DANDY NOTEBOOK from his pocket and begins to scrawl on one of the pages with his aegean crayon]
[when he's done, he shows the message to Phoenix in lieu of speaking]
Sorry. My head's a little fuzzy right now, so I forgot.
I'm just trying to make sure you keep your act fresh. That's all.
[the response comes delivered with the slightest quirk of a smile, though notably it doesn't reach Akira's eyes. humor is difficult in the wake of someone dying in a very public, very violent manner]
[ALSO HIS HEAD IS OKAY other than the indention of a pool table pocket on his cheek. almost like he. . . fell asleep on the pool table? hm]
[his back is what he's favoring; he's a little hunched even now, making sure to rest his shoulder against the wall to keep himself propped upright so he doesn't have to rely on his muscles alone to keep him from falling over. and he scrawls out an answer to that question in his notebook]
[this time, it takes a while for Akira to write down his response, mostly because it looks like he's fighting his hand. it trembles slightly as he squints at it, as he tries his best to FORCE IT INTO WRITING WHAT HE WANTS IT TO WRITE instead of the words it actually wants to write. but despite his efforts?]
[gives Phoenix a long, hard look, knowing that he's being DEMANDING because demands are one way to circumvent his little 8-ball problem. but it's difficult not to want to sass over those demands anyway!!]
No. . . I haven't noticed any others. I didn't get the chance to investigate the scene of Haruka-san's death.
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[ not that there's much he can do it about it. ]
You'll have to speak up. My hearing is stating to go with my age.
[ why is he this way ]
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[when he's done, he shows the message to Phoenix in lieu of speaking]
Sorry. My head's a little fuzzy right now, so I forgot.
Are you okay?
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I was going to say I was Wright as rain.... until a certain somebody told me to change up my material.
Are you okay?
[ what happened to his head!!! ]
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[the response comes delivered with the slightest quirk of a smile, though notably it doesn't reach Akira's eyes. humor is difficult in the wake of someone dying in a very public, very violent manner]
[ALSO HIS HEAD IS OKAY other than the indention of a pool table pocket on his cheek. almost like he. . . fell asleep on the pool table? hm]
[his back is what he's favoring; he's a little hunched even now, making sure to rest his shoulder against the wall to keep himself propped upright so he doesn't have to rely on his muscles alone to keep him from falling over. and he scrawls out an answer to that question in his notebook]
Reply hazy, try again.
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[gives his newly written message a really bewildered look]
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[ phoenix takes note of this, though for his part he looks as casual ever. weird, really. ]
Something the matter?
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Better not tell you now.
[. . . . . . . ?????]
[STARES AT THE WORDS LIKE THEY JUST. . . LEAPED ONTO THE PAGE, and he did not just write them with his own hand and crayon]
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[ intelesting ]
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Cannot predict now.
[. . . out comes another magic 8-ball shitpost]
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Try writing something on your own.
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[an annoyed breath, but Akira jots down a message, this time with little resistance from his rebel of a hand]
Sorry about that. I'm not exactly sure. . . what happened?
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[ time to test his theory! ]
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Outlook not so good.
[ANOTHER HEAVY SIGH, but he resists writing these words a bit less than he did earlier]
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So I'm guessing this is a new development.
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Ditto.
[PHOENIX HAS CRACKED THE CODE]
But if you asked why, I couldn't tell you. It just happened.
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But I'm also guessing that this happened today. And that other odd things are happening to other people.
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I wouldn't be surprised. It's almost similar to how everyone lost their senses throughout the week.
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[ this time phoenix offers his own notebook. ]
It's probably going to be a theme.
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The billiards room, with Akechi. We were both locked in there accidentally at around eleven.
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Seems like he's suffering from the same affliction. I wonder if it's a coincidence.
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Probably not. It's too convenient to be a coincidence.
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[ gosh so demanding! but he's phrasing it this way so it's not a question. ]
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[gives Phoenix a long, hard look, knowing that he's being DEMANDING because demands are one way to circumvent his little 8-ball problem. but it's difficult not to want to sass over those demands anyway!!]
No. . . I haven't noticed any others. I didn't get the chance to investigate the scene of Haruka-san's death.
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[ there, giving some info!!!!! is he a good hobodad now? ]
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Fur?
[Akira is a bit surprised to hear there was fur at the scene so he totally forgets to write down his question]
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