[It won't take long for that to happen. Akechi mulls over his own options as they embark up a disgusting, muddy ravine. A distant rumble of thunder louder than ever, large drops of water plopping against his face -
Who gives a shit. It's annoying, but it won't be the first or last time he's caught in typhoon-like weather without an umbrella. A part of him thinks Akira will appear with a well-timed one out of the blue - surveying the land proves otherwise. It's for the best.
So he thinks about his options with every plop against his head, every sticky step he takes.
Wait for Maruki to get the information, however long that takes - days, weeks, months. Regain trust, as if it's that hard. Akechi and Akira are talking, despite the tense air between them. Sharing information. Bringing each other up to speed to the point they each want the other to stay at.
Ignore it and request intel himself. There is a well-worn thread still tying them together. Akechi thinks it will never snap, no matter how many times he slices through it. Akira will talk. Akechi will listen. Even if he doesn't care about whatever shit happens outside of Shido's circle and his own revenge.
Mud sticks to his shoe, then lacks it entirely as a sudden downpour washes it all away.
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Who gives a shit. It's annoying, but it won't be the first or last time he's caught in typhoon-like weather without an umbrella. A part of him thinks Akira will appear with a well-timed one out of the blue - surveying the land proves otherwise. It's for the best.
So he thinks about his options with every plop against his head, every sticky step he takes.
Wait for Maruki to get the information, however long that takes - days, weeks, months. Regain trust, as if it's that hard. Akechi and Akira are talking, despite the tense air between them. Sharing information. Bringing each other up to speed to the point they each want the other to stay at.
Ignore it and request intel himself. There is a well-worn thread still tying them together. Akechi thinks it will never snap, no matter how many times he slices through it. Akira will talk. Akechi will listen. Even if he doesn't care about whatever shit happens outside of Shido's circle and his own revenge.
Mud sticks to his shoe, then lacks it entirely as a sudden downpour washes it all away.
Of fucking course.
Over the wind, rain, and thunder-]
This is irritating. Where's the closest shelter?