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4/28 @ akira???
He's in the hallway. There's a buzzing in the air; a fly. Akira's patience only lasts so long before he's swinging a hand back and hoping to smack it in the air -- but, instead, he feels something much more solid.
A face. ]
Oh. [ Shit. ] ... Where'd that damn fly go?
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Ouch...
[ He'd just gotten new glasses, too, which he removes from his face to make sure the blurriness is from being smudged against his own nose and that he doesn't in fact have fly guts all over it. ]
You didn't get it?
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It's like with Seiji: hit and run, well aware that he won't be abandoned. ]
I guess not. [ He says, clicking his tongue. ] Sorry. I shouldn't have hit hard enough to break anything, though.
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It's alright... They're not broken. My old pair got stolen, and insurance isn't going to pay for another pair for a while...
[ But it's fine, he's fine, he does put a little more space between him and Akira though, in case that fly returns. ]
idk how the fuck my reply got ate up bUT OKAY
... [ Akira looks at him, his expression not hiding the fact that what he sees is someone akin to a puppy. A little more pathetic, though, since he's sure a dog would at least bite back if someone came to just... steal their food. ] Who did it?
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Huh? No, it's— We worked it out, so it wasn't—
[ ...they didn't work it out, it was stolen and he has no reason to defend anybody if not for the fear that Akira will go after whoever he names. ]
...It's not a big deal, Kijima-san... It's in the past.
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Did I ask for an explanation? [ Kijima-san; personal, instinctively he wants to fuck up whoever bullied him... sighs. ] I asked who. It's not like I'm gonna go out and kill 'em.
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[ There's killing but also beating to an inch of their life? He doesn't want that either, name twin, please ]
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I'm not a rabid dog, I know how to behave.
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[ Unlike Stephanie, Akki is a snitch. But it should be okay? Akira is his ???something??? he won't hurt Rika, right? ]
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Alright. Got it. [ He's probably heard the name once or twice in passing -- when he wasn't "awake", but now he stores it as something to remember.
That said, that fly lands on the wall next to them and Akira turns his head just slightly before slamming his fist into it. The damn thing is dead, and he looks just as unhinged as usual. ]
She small?
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But oh, that's gross, Akki digs in his pockets for a handkerchief so Akira can wipe his hands on it and then... throw it away, probably, because once bug guts has touched something there's no saving it ]
Short, dyed blond hair... she probably didn't mean anything by it, I think, maybe.
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Now that I've got you cornered the words just start pourin' out, don't they?
[ He quirks a brow, lips hinting at a grin before they return to a fine line. ]
... Fujioka? [ He says a name that feels familiar on his tongue, watching for a response. Purposely leaving it as a question, like he is needing to ask him something... and maybe he does. ]
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The call-out makes him bite at his bottom lip so he can't say anything else, but, Akira had asked, didn't he? And it's not like he's a rabid dog. He knows how to behave. ]
Hm? What is it?
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Akira doesn’t look away from his face. He hates that it’s somehow nostalgic, like looking into the eyes of a friend you haven’t seen for awhile. ]
Can I see your wrists?
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Akira might be good at eye contact, but the moment he asks that question, Akki forgoes it completely and drops his gaze to the ground, but still holds out both hands: loose fists and turned so the inside of his wrists are up, not unlike somebody turning himself in to be handcuffed.
He wears a chevron friendship bracelet around his right wrist, in pasteled primary colors, but the wrist is otherwise smooth and bare.
He wears nothing around his left wrist, but it is covered with old scars and newer ones, some shallow and some deep, some in neat little rows and some haphazardly placed, overlapping, innumerable. ]
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That doesn't stop Akira's expression from twisting just slightly; lips twitching, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes narrow. He wonders if they're similar to the few on his wrist, but it's difficult to compare his three to Akki's... several. ]
We're the same, right? [ That asked, Akira flips his left wrist to expose the three scars. ] And you know me... So where'd these come from?
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...We're not the same. I don't think so, anyways.
[ Also please put your wrist down. He doesn't touch Akira, but he does sort of gesture with his right hand for him to do so ]
Most of these were just.. me.
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Anyway, he really did have a guy show his wrist and kinda open up about something depressing without even considering. Oops. ]
... [ A brief pause. He's gotta choose his words carefully -- ] Well lemme see them tomorrow, too, and the day after that. Basically whenever you come to school I wanna see 'em, 'kay?
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[ It's not a straight out "no," but it's an "oh no," it's an "I don't want Akira to have to check up on me every day" like being monitored like that would force him to stop. Sometimes... the world comes crashing down all around him, and he has no choice. It doesn't have to be his wrist; his wrist is just what's right there. ]
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[ Akira's just... doing this. ]
I don't know what you're going through -- that's your own shit. I'm just tryin' to keep track of things with people who aren't like me.
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Who else are you keeping track of?
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Tell me who I should keep track of.
[ CAUSE HE... DOESN'T KNOW TBH ]
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Komaeda-kun.
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