Not Again! With Akira

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[He looks up, confused.]

Is that some kinda candy or something?

[Akira???]

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[. . . . . . . HEAVY SIGH]

. . . no. . .

You really don't know what I'm referring to?

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It sounds like a code to me. And you know, if someone gave out a code, they wouldn't be able to confirm it.

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They might.

[he draws a note from his pocket, twirling it between his fingers, though he doesn't say anything]

. . . it's a password. It's not related to a power or an item.

I think whoever gave me this note wanted me to use it to find them.

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[He considers the note for a moment.]

Yeah? Well, whatever the note says, they must've trusted you a lot to send it to you.

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. . . I hope so.

[he smiles a bit, expression thoughtful]

I really need to find out who sent it. It's. . . [a pause before he emphasizes the next word] Extremely important.

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Yeah?

[He perks up a little at that.]

If I were the person who sent that note, what would you tell me?

1/2

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[. . .]

I'd ask if you're the new Career Counselor.

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[— and as soon as he says that he looks?? a bit shocked??]

1/2

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[Chuuya actually braces himself, like he's expecting some kind of backlash, but then it's fucking nothing???]

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[And then, an equal amount of shock.]

--you! You're someone special, huh?

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[aaaaah]

[aaaaaaaaaaah]






[IMMEDIATELY JUST REACHES OUT TO CLING TO CHUUYA LIKE A MAN DESPERATE FOR AFFECTION. no words only hugs now]

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[WELP. This sure is a hug, and he'll hug Akira back. He can tell Akira needs it. But it's not going to be wordless on his side of things.]

How long? I've only been at it a day! Purple said I needed to be careful, but I didn't think I'd come across someone else with a special role so easily.

[He should have expected it though, Akira has been really on the ball during this game.]

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[quietly, his fingers curling into Chuuya's shirt. he may be getting blood on him, sorry. he also dropped a crutch]

Since the beginning.

[he sounds oh-so tired]

I knew about Sanji, too. I was the first person he checked.

We've been working together since the very beginning.

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[Ah. No wonder Akira needs a hug. Bleeding's okay, his clothes have already been messed up since the bloodbath in leopard cabin on Monday morning.]

So it's not true then, right? That Sanji went after Magnus. Because if you both had roles, he would've been keeping you in the know.

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It's not.

[. . .]

[he pulls back from the hug, hands resting on Chuuya's shoulders. this is what's keeping him upright now that he doesn't have his crutches]

. . . but it's also true that you need to trust Magnus.

[. . .]

You need to.

[with one hand still holding himself upright, he pulls another note from his pocket. it's. . . well. it's this]

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Now that you can actually tell me shit, you're gonna need to explain a bit more.

[Also, that note.]

Right. Okay. So we're going to 'totally not a murder'. Do we need to bring actual swimsuits?

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I'll explain the rest of it at the pizza party. That's today, by the way.

[his lips twitch, amusement appearing in his one good eye]

And nope. Don't tell me you plan on going swimming with open wounds?

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What open wounds?

[He gestures to himself. All he got at the mansion were acid burns, so the only 'open wound' on him is the cut on his hand.]

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[. . . points to the acid burns!!]

Those count. I bet they wouldn't play nice with chlorine.

[shortforever]

[SHRUG]

I'll figure something out. So is this 'pizza party' for more people like us? Or do we have to keep it quiet?

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[he lifts a finger to his lips, expression softening]

The people you meet at the party are people you can trust. People like us.

. . . but you can't share with anyone outside of that group. Okay?

[he knows how much that sucks, especially since he can't tell Lili (his other important game ally), but. . . better safe than sorry]

[right. . .?]

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[he nods.]

Got it. No need for knives or whatever happened to Taako.

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Exactly.

[. . .]

[and he reaches out again, this time sliding his hand behind Chuuya's head so he can thunk their foreheads together]

I'm glad it's you.

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[Ah. This is very close. Chuuya is flustered for a moment by it, but he pushes those feelings aside because Akira needs reassurance right now.]

of course it'd be me, dummy. I'm Purple's favorite.

But I'm glad I can actually talk to you about it, instead of leaving you a code to track down in case I die.