...it always smelled grimy and coppery, like old metal. Sooty. Like a factory or something. Nobody cared about that part of town, so it fell into ruin.
We're going to stop this somehow. Expel the residuals from this world. Punch that unrecognizable voice in whatever shady face they have. Revive those who have died-- Evan, and Tsurumaru. Send everyone home.
So. . . teams don't matter, because the result will still be the same.
[something flickers in Akira's expression. . . something pained and frustrated. he reaches out to take Chuuya's shoulders in his hands, squeezing tightly]
Don't get ahead of yourself. We're not sure that's how things have to play out. And if it is. . . [a breath] Then we'll figure it out. Okay?
[Chuuya seems a bit more willing to take that answer once Akira answers that last question. Truth or a lie, it doesn't matter. Chuuya can at least think in terms that don't mean juggling everyone's lives between three teams.
He still has to juggle two teams, but that's a bit more manageable.]
I guess, yeah. It's too early to just cooperate with them.
[But with how quickly his mind moves, he's still thinking of that worst case scenario.]
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[. . . and he doesn't even look up when Chuuya speaks, his own voice pulled tight]
It's such fucking bullshit.
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[He's quiet fora moment begore speaking again. ]
I wasn't trying to stop you forever, you know. Just until we could see what they'd do to people who fought back.
[Let the others take some of the risk, he means. ]
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[he looks up from his coffee and blinks at Chuuya in surprise, before letting out a small huff]
Yeah. I know.
[a tiny little shrug]
But you know I'm not the kind of guy who lets other people take risks for him, right?
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[He's peering at the coffee now. He's never really liked it, but if Akira made it, it might be alright. He's not going to ask though, he never asks. ]
Is making coffee for stress relief?
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Yeah; it is. I lived in a cafe, remember?
[he smiles a little, fondly reminiscing]
The smell of coffee reminds me of home. It's. . . therapeutic.
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[lol what's that, Chuuya has never chilled in his life. Ever.
He'll take the cup that's offered, though. ]
Memories of home really calm people down like that?
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[and because he knows Chuuya doesn't like the bitterness of coffee, Akira is adding sugar to it before handing it to his ex-rommate]
If they're bad ones, I can't imagine they'd calm anyone down at all.
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Yeah, that'd just work someone up.
[He seems to be considering it though. ]
...it always smelled grimy and coppery, like old metal. Sooty. Like a factory or something. Nobody cared about that part of town, so it fell into ruin.
But it was home.
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Do you miss it?
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[and he finds himself thinking back to that memory, his gaze narrowing]
[. . .]
How are you holding up?
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[He's bothered by the implications of the rules, and how they're stuck in this nonsense again.]
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[although like. it was violent enough that Akira thinks it should've bothered anyone who watched it, whether they knew Winter or Evan or not]
The rules changed on us again.
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Yeah, they like to do that, don't they?
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[he says with deceptive lightness, the way his hands curl around his mug belying his nonchalance]
And the whole "team versus team" thing?
Absolute bullshit.
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Dazai and I aren't on the same team.
[That's all he's going to say about that too, since he doesn't know Akira's team.]
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[well shit]
Doesn't matter.
[. . . ?]
We're going to stop this somehow. Expel the residuals from this world. Punch that unrecognizable voice in whatever shady face they have. Revive those who have died-- Evan, and Tsurumaru. Send everyone home.
So. . . teams don't matter, because the result will still be the same.
[he sure does sound confident about that]
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[That's always been his worry. That in order to save everyone, he'll have to kill the people he cares about.]
Just...tell me that you're not on the grey team.
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Don't get ahead of yourself. We're not sure that's how things have to play out. And if it is. . . [a breath] Then we'll figure it out. Okay?
[. . .]
I'm not on the gray team.
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He still has to juggle two teams, but that's a bit more manageable.]
I guess, yeah. It's too early to just cooperate with them.
[But with how quickly his mind moves, he's still thinking of that worst case scenario.]
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[a small exhale, and his grip on Chuuya's shoulders lightens]
How many people have you told about your team?
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[Akira might be able to get it out of him though, he trusts Akira implicitly.]
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Good. There are apparently real consequences for sharing with too many people at once.
But sharing with one or two a week shouldn't trigger them, so. . . you're okay.
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[He won't share his team now, since it will be obvious what team Dazai is on, and Dazai might not like sharing that. But.]
The power I got. It's a one-hit-KO power.
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[Akira hisses distastefully]
What, you touch someone and they die? That's it?
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