[considering the sudden, violent nature of Haruka's death, Akira does his best to make his rounds through the mansion to check up on the people he has come to know. on his list is, of course, Ken. . . who is extremely mature for his age but still a kid in the grand scheme of things. god he hopes Ken is all right. no kid should have to see something so horrid happen right in front of their eyes]
[(little does he know about the horrors that Amada faces every single night)]
[he finds Ken in the study, and Akira announces his presence by knocking on the door frame. he is standing a little hunched, clearly favoring his back (is something wrong with it?) as he enters the room]
[ soon he will learn that ken is far from some little kid who would be shell-shocked at the sight of a dead person. ...sadly. because after the knock on the door frame, ken will turn around with an almost neutral albeit a bit disappointed expression on his face.
though the expression quickly changes once he sees who it is. ]
Oh, hello Kurusu-san.
[ a curve of the lips at best. ]
Are you here to get something to write on as well?
[. . . huh. it's not exactly the expression he expects to see on someone so young, but then again, didn't he comment before that Ken was grown-up for his age?]
[Akira offers a sheepish smile as he lifts a hand to rub the back of his head. and then, instead of like, actually answering the gd question, he says--]
[ DOES THAT WORK? he'll fumble and suddenly a dead person is second on his list of concerns because what is happening to his favorite person in this place right now?? okay second because of the dog. sorry akira :( ]
[ ken wants to ask what happened to have made him afflicted this way but‐how to phrase it like a statement. he's going to take a moment to figure that one out. ]
Your back doesn't look fine.
[ he'll deal with that one for now. also his voice is full of suspect. don't lie to him. ]
...and you made the maids mad.
[ right??? they all seemed so nice to him, but maybe he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with plum or pumpkin?? ]
[IS IT??? well it is part of it, that's for sure, but maybe not all of it. it's an embarrassing story he doesn't want Ken to think he's a loser!! even though he is one]
And I didn't make them mad. Not that I know of, anyway?? We seemed to get along really well when I last talked to them.
[he found out their favorite drinks and made them for them]
for as much as he wants to pry more information out of akira about the pool table since it sounds like there is more of a story there—no one says "that's all" and means it—he'll take mercy on his soul. ]
That doesn't sound very comfortable.
[ but! he's happy that akira didn't piss off and of the nice furries. ]
Oh, but that's good. They do seem like really nice people and I wouldn't think they'd do anything mean to us.
[he and Akechi got locked in the pool room together at curfew and he conked out on the pool table at midnight. he had an AWESOME pocket-shaped indention on his cheek when he woke up]
That's-- what I want to think about them too, though.
[he's grown quite fond of them in the short time he's known them, but something also doesn't sit right about the way they carried Haruka away without saying anything]
. . . and I don't think I broke a rule, either. Unless there are unspoken ones.
[like "do not get caught outside of your room at curfew" or something]
[ rip akira... may he get a better night's rest in somewhere that isn't a pool table and preferably soft. ]
Unspoken rule? [ hmmm.... ] That doesn't sound very fair if there are rules that are just made up when people feel like it to get others in trouble.
[ because that's what "unspoken rules" sound like to ken. ]
Hopefully it goes away soon for you. [ first their taste buds and now akira can't answer questions. what a week. speaking of which— ] ...what happened to that girl was horrible.
[that is exactly what Akira means by unspoken rule, and he makes a face]
It's not very fair at all.
[and his expression twists a little when Ken brings up Haruka, some of his latent anger and frustration returning to the furrow in his brow and the narrowing of his eyes]
. . . it was.
I wish-- I wish we could've done something to help her.
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week 0, friday post-body announcement
[(little does he know about the horrors that Amada faces every single night)]
[he finds Ken in the study, and Akira announces his presence by knocking on the door frame. he is standing a little hunched, clearly favoring his back (is something wrong with it?) as he enters the room]
Amada-san?
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though the expression quickly changes once he sees who it is. ]
Oh, hello Kurusu-san.
[ a curve of the lips at best. ]
Are you here to get something to write on as well?
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[Akira offers a sheepish smile as he lifts a hand to rub the back of his head. and then, instead of like, actually answering the gd question, he says--]
Ah. . . Reply hazy, try again later.
[. . .]
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Amada-san, I know this is weird, but don't-- don't ask me questions for the time being.
[?????? AKIRA?????????????????]
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????
???????? ]
What do yo—
[ wait. no more questions? how... ]
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So, you were affected by something else.
[ DOES THAT WORK? he'll fumble and suddenly a dead person is second on his list of concerns because what is happening to his favorite person in this place right now?? okay second because of the dog. sorry akira :( ]
...and...something happened to your back.
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Yyyyep. [POPPING THAT 'P' FOR EMPHASIS] I can't answer questions with anything other than magic 8-ball phrases. It's--
[IT'S SOMETHING]
[but as for the second part. . .]
[. . .]
My back is fine.
[SHHHH HE IS FINE HIS BACK IS JUST A LITTLE SORE also is it just Ken or does he seem kind of embarrassed]
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Your back doesn't look fine.
[ he'll deal with that one for now. also his voice is full of suspect. don't lie to him. ]
...and you made the maids mad.
[ right??? they all seemed so nice to him, but maybe he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with plum or pumpkin?? ]
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I slept bent over a pool table. That's all.
[IS IT??? well it is part of it, that's for sure, but maybe not all of it. it's an embarrassing story he doesn't want Ken to think he's a loser!! even though he is one]
And I didn't make them mad. Not that I know of, anyway?? We seemed to get along really well when I last talked to them.
[he found out their favorite drinks and made them for them]
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for as much as he wants to pry more information out of akira about the pool table since it sounds like there is more of a story there—no one says "that's all" and means it—he'll take mercy on his soul. ]
That doesn't sound very comfortable.
[ but! he's happy that akira didn't piss off and of the nice furries. ]
Oh, but that's good. They do seem like really nice people and I wouldn't think they'd do anything mean to us.
[ still— ]
But...you broke a rule of some sort.
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[he and Akechi got locked in the pool room together at curfew and he conked out on the pool table at midnight. he had an AWESOME pocket-shaped indention on his cheek when he woke up]
That's-- what I want to think about them too, though.
[he's grown quite fond of them in the short time he's known them, but something also doesn't sit right about the way they carried Haruka away without saying anything]
. . . and I don't think I broke a rule, either. Unless there are unspoken ones.
[like "do not get caught outside of your room at curfew" or something]
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Unspoken rule? [ hmmm.... ] That doesn't sound very fair if there are rules that are just made up when people feel like it to get others in trouble.
[ because that's what "unspoken rules" sound like to ken. ]
Hopefully it goes away soon for you. [ first their taste buds and now akira can't answer questions. what a week. speaking of which— ] ...what happened to that girl was horrible.
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It's not very fair at all.
[and his expression twists a little when Ken brings up Haruka, some of his latent anger and frustration returning to the furrow in his brow and the narrowing of his eyes]
. . . it was.
I wish-- I wish we could've done something to help her.