[His body straightens out of its slouch, limbs and muscles suddenly locked with tension, eyes bright and Joker-sharp. It's all too clear that the game he suspected is the one they're actually playing, and Akira's mind adjusts accordingly.
He was right to have suspicions. He knew this would be the outcome, so why does it still leave a sour taste in his mouth?
Maybe it's just that it doesn't get any easier, when it comes to Akechi Goro.]
It's fine. [It isn't.] It was the quickest way to figure out what was happening. It's understandable. [No it isn't.] I knew that about you, though. It was funny watching you eat the spicy takoyaki, but I didn't want to actually trick you into it. It's why I kept a separate batch of curry for you for infiltrations after.
[What the fuck, Akira thinks and doesn't say, though even that is a near thing that takes all of his willpower. What the absolute fuck. He doesn't know if he should laugh or be horrified.
In several fell swoops, he's confirmed something for Akechi in the worst way possible. And yet, it still burns less than if he'd exposed his own thoughts and feelings. It's so much "worse", but he's still relieved over it. Relieved that there's still things in his heart he can keep locked away.
He's said too much to Akechi before, and perhaps that's why it's easier to swallow the possibility of dooming himself, of saying a word that's almost impossible to misinterpret. Perhaps that's why he can feel utterly calm as he stares at him unflinchingly, tilts his head to the side, and tries to think of how he can still win.]
What types of things did it make you say last time?
@enteloki
[His body straightens out of its slouch, limbs and muscles suddenly locked with tension, eyes bright and Joker-sharp. It's all too clear that the game he suspected is the one they're actually playing, and Akira's mind adjusts accordingly.
He was right to have suspicions. He knew this would be the outcome, so why does it still leave a sour taste in his mouth?
Maybe it's just that it doesn't get any easier, when it comes to Akechi Goro.]
It's fine. [It isn't.] It was the quickest way to figure out what was happening. It's understandable. [No it isn't.] I knew that about you, though. It was funny watching you eat the spicy takoyaki, but I didn't want to actually trick you into it. It's why I kept a separate batch of curry for you for infiltrations after.
[What the fuck, Akira thinks and doesn't say, though even that is a near thing that takes all of his willpower. What the absolute fuck. He doesn't know if he should laugh or be horrified.
In several fell swoops, he's confirmed something for Akechi in the worst way possible. And yet, it still burns less than if he'd exposed his own thoughts and feelings. It's so much "worse", but he's still relieved over it. Relieved that there's still things in his heart he can keep locked away.
He's said too much to Akechi before, and perhaps that's why it's easier to swallow the possibility of dooming himself, of saying a word that's almost impossible to misinterpret. Perhaps that's why he can feel utterly calm as he stares at him unflinchingly, tilts his head to the side, and tries to think of how he can still win.]
What types of things did it make you say last time?