[ 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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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.