PCs for room 11!

[shortforever]

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

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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]

[shortforever]

Look who finally decided to show up.

[Or not-look, since Chuuya can't see anything. But he sure can munch on those chips loudly.

Yep he's not giving any consideration to how stressed Akira is or how tense the morning is. Sorry Akira, he's like this.]

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[. . . huffs a little, half-amused and half-guilty, as he gently closes the door behind him]

Sorry. . . Akechi and I accidentally got ourselves locked in the billiards room. We couldn't escape.

[genuinely apologetic! he meanders towards where Chuuya is sitting, wincing a bit as he does because his back is killing him this morning]

I'm so glad you're okay.

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Really? That's what happened?

[Wow, what morons. It's enough to make him forget his salt for a moment, even.]

Did you guys pass out in there too?

1/2

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[plops onto the ground next to Chuuya, and he'd be tempted to steal a child but stealing a blind man's chip is rude]

[in response to that question, Akira answers]

Outlook not so good.

[a beat]

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[. . . . . . . . . . . . FACEPALMS]

That's not-- what I. . . I didn't. . .

[he seems more resigned than confused but either way he didn't seem to mean to reply??? that way??]

[shortforever]

...okay, so the sense you've been losing is your 'sense of not being a weirdo'. Got it.

[He will hold out the bag of chips so Akira can have some.]

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[SNORTS]

Sense of taste actually, but thanks for the chips anyway.

[gonna snag a few even though he CANNOT TASTE THEM because despite lack of taste he still gets hungry]

You might want to avoid asking me questions for the time being. Something else weird is going on with me.

[shortforever]

Well you have to explain that at least.

[He's not asking it as a question so Akira can hopefully answer it.]

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[Akira can response with ease to statements!! thank god]

I'm a certified living Kurusu magic 8-ball today.

For. . . some reason.

[A REASON HE HAS YET TO FIGURE OUT]

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[He has yet to figure it out, but Chuuya can already see how to get around the problem here.]

Ha! I bet one of those 'helpers' here did that to you.

[If he phrases his questions as statements, then maybe they can figure this out.]

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[GOOD MAN, CHUUYA]

Who knows?

But I think it's similar to how I lost my taste, and you lost your eyesight.

[shortforever]

You lost your ability to answer questions. Got it.

...though if I just ask yes-or-no questions then it should be fine.

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[a look of horror crosses Akira's expression and he VIGOROUSLY SHAKES HIS HEAD NO]

No, don't. . .!

[EVEN YES OR NO QUESTIONS ARE BAD]

[shortforever]

C'mon, let's at least test it!

Here's an easy one: is my hair red?

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Better not tell you now-- Chuuya!

[a little flustered]

[shortforever]

C'mon, answer the question. Maybe I'll be nice and answer one of yours in return.

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I can't. I literally can't.

[HUFFS!!!]

You're totally teasing me.

[shortforever]

...and I thought 'yes' and 'no' were on the 8 ball.

[Wow, no fun for him.]

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They are, but I have yet to answer any question with "yes" or "no."

[for some reason he only gets the weird cryptic 8-ball responses. probably because it's funnier]

[shortforever]

That just means I should keep asking questions until you do.

So this guy you were stuck with. Is he a friend?

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[OH BOY. . . OH BOY]

[that's such a loaded question that it takes Akira so off guard he reels back physically. but despite his surprise and the well of feelings that inquiry draws to the surface--]

Concentrate and ask again.

[Chuuya just gets another vague magic 8-ball response]

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...boyfriend?

[LOOK. It's the logical conclusion for him. And growing up in a pack of teenagers means that he's not really one to judge.]

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[CHOKES]

[loudly]

[and in protest]

[he can't even come up with a verbal response he is SO REPULSED BY THE IDEA]

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[Chuuya can't see that face, but he hears that and oh lordy he's laughing.]

Right, right, not a boyfriend then. How about you use your own words to describe it.