[something. . . flickers on Akira's expression at that. and he looks like he wants to say something else, mouth falling open. but he thinks better of it and snaps his mouth shut, jaw set tightly]
[it helps that he's talking. . . it helps that Akira trusts Chuuya, despite him saying he trusts 45. for a moment, Akira's brows furrow in a conflicted expression]
I just-- [it's going to sound stupid]
I feel like she might try something tonight. I don't have any reason to think this, it's just a gut feeling.
[. . .]
And if she does try anything, I'm worried she might come after-- me.
Well. Chuuya can't fault that logic, really. Akira's instinct is good.]
Well she can't kill you if she can't find you, right?
Let's trade places tonight. If she goes looking for you and finds me instead, she won't kill me. And you'll be safely hidden, because nobody will know it's not me.
[And then he. Is going to loop an arm around Akira's shoulder to pull him down and ruffle his hair. Mods said touching hair doesn't make people get stuck, so.]
[Time to go get supplies from the kitchen! The marshmallows might be expected, but he's also bringing a loaf of bread and some chocolate syrup and honey too.]
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shortforever) wrote2020-06-06 12:09 pm
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If she's your friend. . . then how much do you trust her?
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[YEAH...sorry Akira, when he trusts someone, he goes hard with it.]
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Okay.
. . . if you say so.
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If you have something to say, say it.
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No, I-- [ugh] It's not that anything happened.
[ugh he hates feeling like this]
I'm just anxious. That's all.
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[He's. Not the best at coaxing answers out of people. But he's talking instead of yelling so there's that at least?]
C'mon Akira, talk to me. What's on your mind?
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I just-- [it's going to sound stupid]
I feel like she might try something tonight. I don't have any reason to think this, it's just a gut feeling.
[. . .]
And if she does try anything, I'm worried she might come after-- me.
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Two: why you, of all people?
[Like. Chuuya doesn't believe that 45 will kill Akira, but Akira is worried about it so he's not going to write off those fears as nothing.]
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[a note of frustration appears in his voice at that, and he presses a hand against his face]
I can't explain it, Chuuya. It's just-- it's just a feeling.
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[looks a bit surprised at that question, then his brows furrow]
No, that's not it. All I can really say is that it's intinct.
[he lifts a hand, holding it over his heart, fingers curling into his shirt]
That it's an intuition I can't shake, no matter how hard I try.
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Well. Chuuya can't fault that logic, really. Akira's instinct is good.]
Well she can't kill you if she can't find you, right?
Let's trade places tonight. If she goes looking for you and finds me instead, she won't kill me. And you'll be safely hidden, because nobody will know it's not me.
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No, I-- I can't do that. I promised Dick and Yin Yu and Tsurumaru I'd stay with them tonight.
[and I already put in my curfew comment I'M TOO LAZY FOR THIS]
. . . plus, I don't want to put you in danger. I wouldn't want her to go after you just to get to me.
[why is he bringing this all back to him. . .?]
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[He. Sounds sure of this.]
Besides, I'd rather protect you than have anything happen to you.
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[his expression shifts from the paranoid nervousness he's been wearing since this conversation began into something. . . far more grateful]
. . . thanks.
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It's like I said, we're friends. And by now you should know I don't use that word with just anyone. So if you're worried, I'll protect you.
[Because that's what friends do. Chuuya should know, he has like 4 at this point.]
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Right. . . right.
[it'll be fine, right? he may be friends with 45, but. . . it'll be fine]
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[And then he. Is going to loop an arm around Akira's shoulder to pull him down and ruffle his hair. Mods said touching hair doesn't make people get stuck, so.]
It's gonna be fine, you hear me?
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[and, with a light, only slightly strained laugh, he pushes playfully at Chuuya in an attempt to escape]
Yeah, yeah-- it. Yeah. It'll be okay.
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In the meantime:]
Wanna see the treats me and Beau figured out how to make?
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[okay. it's okay Akira. just. . . push 45 as far from your paranoid mind as you can]
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[Time to go get supplies from the kitchen! The marshmallows might be expected, but he's also bringing a loaf of bread and some chocolate syrup and honey too.]
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Time to shove the bread at Akira. ]
Here, you carry this. We're going to the bonfire.