PCs for room 11!

[shortforever]

Because there's going to be a lot of these lol

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week 0, friday

[survivaltricks]

[and once the door is shut, Akira turns to face Chuuya again as he slips off his suit jacket]

Okay. The first rule of a pillow for is: you have to use as many blankets and pillows as you can get.

Strip the bed.

[wow demanding]

[shortforever]

[Wow so demanding. Chuuya is half-tempted to say no just to be a shit. Akira seems so serious about it though...]

If you make this weird in any way, I'm kicking you out.

[The things he puts up with for other people, geez.

But sure, he'll start pulling the blankets off the bed. They're just going on the ground though. Curiosity is winning out here.]

Real week 0, Friday

[shortforever]

[YEAH SO. HE'S JUST CHILLING IN THE ROOM

He's fukken blind so he ain't going anywhere if he doesn't need to. There's food and a bathroom here, he can hide out for a few days yet. And right now he's sitting on the floor eating some chips because that's a nutritional breakfast mirite?

Plus he's a little salty and will be salty when Akira eventually comes back.]

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[don't worry Akira is EXTREMELY GUILTY over leaving Chuuya in the lurch the night before, especially in light of what happened this morning. so when he finally, finally makes it back to his room, he enters as loudly as he can to announce his presence]

Chuuya--?

[if he sounds a bit stressed out IT'S FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE but god he hopes his roommate is okay]

week 0, sunday post-execution

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[Chuuya isn't anywhere to be immediately found when Akira returns from saving some coffee in the kitchen. so naturally, he pops open the balcony door to peer outside, just in case!!]

Oh.

[and when he sees his target out there, he slips past the threshhold and closes the door behind him]

There you are.

[p.s. last night Akira commandeered the shower for like three hours. sorry]

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[Chuuya is out there leaning on the balcony and looking up at the sky. In his hands he has a hat, which doesn't look nearly as new and fancy as any of the clothes he had gotten in this place.

When Akira speaks up, Chuuya glances over at him. Ah, there's that familiar face.]

It's about time you made it back.

[There's no bite to his words today, though. It seems like there's a lot on his mind.]

Week 1, post trial

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[Chuuya can be found out on the roof of the shed after the trial. He doesn't really want to go back to the room, not with the mess that was right next door.

It looks like he has a lot of thoughts swimming around in his mind too. Talking now would be a good idea. Be sure to bring a persona of the Magician arcana for a boost!]

[survivaltricks]

[despite the emotional toll the end of the trial had taken on all of them, Akira doesn't feel tired at all. sleeping some eight or so hours will do that to a guy, that's for sure. . . and his mind is too busy racing with all of the mistakes that they made that led to Asch's unfair conviction]

[he meanders through the mansionly on autopilot, feet carrying him without input from his brain. and that's how he finds himself outside, near the shed, a flash of familiar orange appearing in his vision]

[he stops. he blinks, gaze flickering up]

Chuuya?

What are you doing up there?

Week 2, Friday morning

[shortforever]

[Yeah, guess who is stumbling into the room and making a beeline for the bathroom.

He's leaving the door open because he's currently just splashing water on his face, but the water is getting everywhere because his hands are shaking. ]

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[FORTUNATELY, Akira has already made his way back to Room 11, so he's curled up in the (still stripped bare) bed when Chuuya stumbles in. the noise jerks him out of his nap and he bolts upright immediately, eyes blinking blearily as the blur that is Chuuya rushes to the bathroom]

-- Chuuya?

[shit. fuck. what?? Akira slides out of bed and stumbles towards the bathroom]

Chuuya, are you okay?!

Week 2, post trial

[shortforever]

[Hey roomie, ready to be fukken carted off to the room for a bit? Because they need to have a conversation.]

You're not gonna like what I have to say, but I need you to stay calm because this isn't something I can handle on my own.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . UM]

[U M]

O-- okay.

[he sounds more confused than panicked?? Akira is good at calm, at least!]

Week 3, memory share on Monday morning because lol

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[Sharing memories because they're popping up in dreams is the best thing, bruh.

The one Akira gets to see starts with Chuuya on a seaside cliff, talking to another teenager. They seem to be saying something about someone who died, but the conversation doesn't make much sense without the context of the previous few days. What they're talking about doesn't matter much anyway. It's the knife that Shirase suddenly jams into Chuuya's gut that matters.

Chuuya stumbles back, gritting his teeth to bite back the pain. But honestly, that pain is nothing compared to the ice-cold bolt of realization that runs through him as he hears several guns click their safeties off.

Glancing up, he sees the Sheep- his friends, his only real 'family' in this world, some of whom he has personally taken care of as a big brother for years now- standing near armed mercenaries. Looking at him like he's a monster. Like he's something to be feared.

'Sorry, Chuuya. But we have to keep ourselves safe.'

Like he would ever even think about letting harm come to any of them.

But he doesn't die to gunfire that day. No, sliding down the cliff behind him gives him a place to hide. The others don't have the power to slow their fall like he does, so they have to go the long way around to get to him. He has time to get away.

...but does he even want to, when he has nowhere to go?

"Yo, Chuuya."

He glances over, the spell of pain and despair momentarily broken. Ah, of course Dazai would be there. Even he came with armed guards. So they must be there to finish the job, huh?

Except he's not. He's there to 'exterminate the mercenaries' that the kids had hired. They're all going to be slaughtered in the very cycle of violence that made most of them orphans to begin with. And then he has the balls to add on to the end of it: "We're going to kill them all."

Chuuya frowned. "Even the kids?"


"Our policies don't change just for kids. That said, if someone, a peer...someone who can advise us on the enemy...I wouldn't mind changing our policy."

"A peer, huh?"

"A peer in the Port Mafia. I could trust the advice of one of my own."

Broken, betrayed, and bartered into a life he wants no part it. But even with that knife burning in his side, the decision is obvious from the beginning:

"...Don't hurt the kids."

Then Dazai smiles that smile that will haunt Chuuya's memories for years to come, cementing his absolute hatred of the teenager in front of him:

"Of course. Got that, everyone? Just as we discussed earlier, no hurting the kids."

Outmaneuvered again, with his own betrayal used against him.

...a betrayal Dazai himself organized, Chuuya realizes.

He'll never forgive Dazai for this. Never in a million years.]

[And it's also a fun memory for Akira to see, as Chuuya snaps awake with a start. He's even got his hand on his stomach, right where the scar for that stab wound would be.]

[survivaltricks]

[meanwhile. . . Chuuya's dream isn't any better. it starts off glamorously enough, though. a high intensity chase through a very lavish casino, ending with some impressive parkour and an untimely arrest. but it quickly devolves into the truths of police brutality as the scene shifts into an interrogation room. to make things easier: it's 5:34 to 14:44 of this video]

[. . . and Akira, nearly at the same time as Chuuya, bolts upright with a gasp, with two memories dancing on the forefront of his mind, the images of same seared onto the front of his brain. he inhales quickly and deeply, hand pressed against his wrists where the phantom weights of the handcuffs in his dream remain]

[his side aches. it aches with a wound that wasn't inflicted during his interrogation]

[for now. . . he says nothing, and just breathes]

w3, saturday post-trial

[survivaltricks]

[relationships between "rivals" are complicated. . . and Akira knows exactly how complicated better than anyone else]

[while his opinions on Dazai aren't the most favorable, while he hasn't at all appreciated how Dazai has treated his roommates, he can only imagine what Chuuya is feeling right about now. and that's why, immediately post trial, he guides Chuuya back to their shared room (IT AIN'T EASY GETTING UP THOSE STAIRS WITH A CRUTCH, BUT HERE WE ARE)]

[and once they get there--]

I know you don't like coffee, but. . . is it okay if I fix you a cup anyway?

[shortforever]

[Just let him carry you, gosh!!!]

...yeah, sure. Whatever.

[He's so not into it right now though. His thoughts are elsewhere. ]

Week 4, Wednesday

[shortforever]

[Yeah. At some point, Chuuya is in the room, just writing stuff down on a piece of paper. He seems to be trying to learn origami? He's got a few shapes down, like pyramids, but the cube is still giving him trouble.

And then suddenly, he says something to Akira:]

You ever liked someone before?

1/2

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Re: Week 4, Wednesday

[survivaltricks]

[cute]

Yeah. Several times before.

[now he's watching Chuuya curious, trying his best to keep the teasing playfulness off of his expression]

Why are you asking?

Week 4, post-trial

[shortforever]

[HEY AKIRA

HEY

HEY

Your roomie is in their room, waiting for the two of them to have a quiet moment.]

[survivaltricks]

[well]

[. . . eventually, he makes his way back to their shared room, quietly closing the door behind him as he does so]

[. . .]

[and at first? he doesn't say anything]

Week 5, monday

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[Each week has been something new to wake up to on Monday, and this week is no exception!

To start off with, Chuuya got cold overnight. But instead of just stealing all the blankets, he actually rolled over to Akira's side to get warm. Totally unconscious, but they're practically close enough to cuddle, so.

The way Chuuya lays is pretty deliberate too, as a pair of black wings have sprouted from his back. His fingernails are also more claw-like now? And uh, maybe don't go looking at his feet. Luckily his face has avoided the bird beak treatment though.

He's starting to blink awake too. What's Akira got this week?]

[survivaltricks]

[Chuuya wasn't the only one who started to shiver in the middle of the night, sooooo Akira is also kind of curled up against his roommate's side when the morning comes. he tends to sleep in, but the combination of the cold and Chuuya moving stirs him awake well before he wants to be, the fluffy black ears on the top of his head flicking crankily]

[wait]

[fluffy black ears???]

[SO ANYWAY CHUUYA IS WAKING UP TO A CAT-FURRY AKIRA CURLED UP AGAINST HIS SIDE, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW PET]

. . . why's it so cold. . .

Week 5, Monday night

[shortforever]

[HEY AKIRA

HEY

HERE COMES YOUR ROOMMATE]

God, the stupidest things happened today. You wanna hear about it?

[survivaltricks]

[HELLO ROOMATE. Akira is already dressed in his pajamas, his tail still poking out above the hem of his pants because he hasn't figured out how to make tail holes next. his ears perk forward when Chuuya enters, clearly curious, and his expression fond]

You know that I do. What's up?

Week 5, Friday

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[This is fine! This is totally fine!

Which is why Chuuya has decided to spend the whole day in their room, laying on the floor.

His face is covered by his hat btw, and it's hard to tell if he's awake or asleep.]

[survivaltricks]

[THIS IS NOT FINE!!!]

[it's probably not a surprise that Akira seeks Chuuya out after the announcement. and when he enters their shared room and finds Chuuya lying on the floor, his expression flickers in sorrow]

. . . Chuuya.

Hey.

Week 5, post-trial

[shortforever]

[The first thing Chuuya is doing upon returning to the room is taking a nice long shower to wash all of the gore off of him. The clothes he was wearing go right into the trash too. Luckily monster week means it wasn't his cool outfit from home, but still.

Now he's left standing there, dressed from the waist-down, looking for an appropriate shirt to wear. Most of these aren't fitted for bird wings, so.]

I'm gonna have to run shirtless up to the clothes room, aren't I?

[YEAH he's grumbling to himself there. He doesn't want to rip up any of the clothes he likes, since he knows they're changing back to human tomorrow.]

[survivaltricks]

[AKIRA IS HERE, but it was mostly to check on Chuuya. he is meandering through the mansion, occasionally slipping into the lab to check on Brilith's progress with Luna, but he otherwise can't just. . . sit around and stay still until Brilith is finished. and so, he is here!!]

[and he gives Chuuya one look]

[. . . and kind of huffs out a humorless laugh]

Do you want me to go get a shirt for you?