A pointed attack at his Very Real Not Fake Amnesia.]
And there was a version of you, so pathetic and content with his simple life, that I doubt he would ever argue such a minor request. Perhaps you should channel him instead.
No, I won't miss it. I hope it rots into nothing in that castle.
[Oh good.
He won.
The victory, however temporary, is still one.
The second level is as aesthetically pleasing as the first - some bedrooms off to the side, more hallways. He isn't unhappy with their new situation - doesn't comment on the shared wall between two bedrooms that are easily discerned as theirs, but-]
Maruki leans in the doorway of his room, legs crossing at the ankle and arms folding calmly over his chest. ]
There's other rooms for things like clothes and books. These are kind of nice, actually. Just a place to sleep and nothing more. Unless... it's the bed that you object to?
That fucking tone is one he's heard often. There is something he isn't aware of lurking in that statement.
Akechi stares at him - waits for him to crack and then looks back to his 'cultural heritage.']
If you think I'm going to complain, I won't. I'll sleep elsewhere. It's simple enough to go to any room. I don't know what you're trying to imply with your bizarre question.
Interesting. The implication no longer that - Akechi knows exactly what the hell he's talking about and how his secret commandeering of a forgotten, abandoned room has been semi-found out.
A part of him wants to fight it. Maruki doesn't come at him looking for one, but it doesn't stop Akechi from biting back.]
It was an accident, one single time. I was feeling ill that evening. Of course it would be the night you chose to scurry back like a rodent lurking in the dark.
[However his room gains a sudden addition, despite his words. A mind already marking it as his own place.
The Moon Statue flickers into existence, pressed against the wall separating their rooms. like always.
Akechi doesn't fucking flinch. Of course it's here. Why not!]
Isn't it strange how you try to win over those who dislike you, attack you, and harm you? In fact, you bring them into your home, allow them to live there and feed them.
[He doesn't give a shit about the cat - not one way or the other. No part of his day will be spent caring for it.
A little scritch behind her ears, because he can.
She purrs.]
Have you ever thought about getting counseling for that?
[ Well, it's not exactly surprising. Korokke has been perfectly fine with every visitor to Eyn Sof; he seems to be the only one to draw her ire. Animals simply just don't like him – except Gestalt, who is perfect.
So he only gives a resigned sigh to the sight of Akechi petting her without consequence, and doesn't otherwise miss a beat. ]
You know, I have considered it, and I knew a guy, but he's closed for business now. What rotten luck, eh?
[ He knocks Akechi's shoulder with a light fist as he straightens up from his rebuked attempt at affection with Korokke – god, they really are the same, all she wants him for is food... ]
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