He isn't that surprised Eren would be interested - Eren's inquisitive and curious at times. It's not out of the norm. Still-]
I wouldn't mind some company the next time I try it. It's been difficult to do without a spotter, but not today. You need to sleep off that stench.
Edited (Before Thor could stab him Thanos snapped his fingure and his love, the mirrior guy was real. He said his name was also Thanos and that they were the same person. They kissed and got married while snapping their fingures get get rid of the whole universe.) 2024-11-14 03:40 (UTC)
[Which is a statement that should be absolutely nothing less than sarcastic, considering the absurdity of Eren's physical condition (have you seen those abs?), but he really is saying it as if he's not quite sure it will be enough.]
I'm strong too. [Yes, Eren! We know!]
Let's go to sleep. And wake up. We'll go. [This is a great plan.
[Wait--]
An hour. Sleep. And then I have to. I have a. Meeting. [Another nap with Maruki.] And then we'll go.
Alright - an hour, then your meeting and then we'll go.
[None of that is happening until tomorrow, well into the afternoon, and long after Eren's had a shower to get the alcohol off him.
What kind of fucking meeting? Does the council of blood ocean fisheries have to file complaints with their god?? Is the blood tuna missing?
Maybe he can just. Push him back. He's still so drunk. Akechi tries it by gripping Eren's shoulder, and jerking him backwards with a single harsh motion. Whoops. ♥]
I'm not tucking you in - get under the covers yourself.
[Eren is yanked back into the bed, but offers absolutely no resistance. This leads to him flopping heavily into the mattress, slightly stunned. He kicks the blanket lazily up and off to get his legs under, then starts to pull it over himself - stops and holds it open for Akechi, simply watching him, expectant, not unlike a puppy waiting for a treat.]
[Incredulous - completely. Baffled. Dumbfounded. Eren can't be serious.]
Are you a child? [He's drunk - maybe Eren does think he's a kid. Akechi has no clue what's happening in that swiss cheese brain.] No. You're an adult. You can sleep alone.
[An attitude with him?? Akechi Goro??? Who sherpa'd this drunkard up a Machiya Mountain into a nice cozy bed??? When Akechi could have tossed him outside on his ass and locked Maruki out when he tried to save this idiot????
OH????
Adults sleep together all the time - AKECHI IS SO FUCKING AWARE EREN. He happened to be there, that one time - he can't think about it right now. It wasn't even real.]
Or what? You'll stumble down the stairs? You're hardly a threat right now.
An odd statement. A sentiment once echoed in the days after Eren's disappearance, when the early morning hours held a new emptiness. The same way he felt in the minutes after a friend's death knowing a text exchange would never pop up on his phone again.
He doesn't want to lay down. Sleep. Take a nap. Rest near someone reeking of alcohol, but-
Eren is persistent and annoying. If Akechi continues to argue, Eren will match it. If he leaves, he'll probably follow. Enough noise and Maruki will intervene, which is the most irritating realization of all.
He can sneak out in a few minutes - lay there, placate a fucking toddler and then go about his day.]
One hour. [A beat, and he slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly slides to the head of the bed.] No touching.
Maruki-san and I have an ongoing game doing just that. It adds an additional challenge I think you'll enjoy.
When do you want to play? My schedule is somewhat full this week, but I'm happy to make accommodations for such a thing. I look forward to seeing what you can do after all.
That's right. We've known each other for awhile, but you've never actually challenged me to anything. You should do so more often. I know how to play Go as well.
Do you have time next week?
[ No one really challenges him to anything, and with Akechi being as he is, Dazai isn't all that surprised. That's here nor there though. ]
An oversight on my part. The next time I play darts or billiards, I'll invite you to attend. If you don't know how to play, I'm sure you'll lean quickly. Adaptability is the mark of a true detective after all.
Next week does work for me and I'll make a note of it. [In his OH SO BUSY rural shithole schedule.] I hope you don't plan on going easy on me. I expect an actual challenge from you, so don't let me down.
Great. I know how to play both. I can play Poker too. There's only one person who's beaten me at that kind of game, and I bested him too.
[ A hundred-and-one accomplishments and this is what he chooses to be proud of. ]
You don't need to worry about that. I'm rusty, but I still remember how to play. But there's no point in playing if you're not going to try to win, right?
It does seem uniquely short-sighted. Even if they're granted some sort of rewards in return for their sacrifices, it leaves them largely defenseless for whatever happens in the future.
I also have concerns that "Vaeros" will be able to use the specific powers given up.
It leaves them exploitable and forces them to rely on his power, his means, and his words. It's a common tactic among those trying to usurp or maintain their hold on a populace - he may have set up this farce as a way to force us to return our abilities. That may be because someone here has gained a power to defeat him.
I also have my concerns about it being used against us, but there's no one in this town we couldn't kill if it became necessary, powers or not. If Vaeros retains their skills, so be it. I welcome the challenge.
If you had made up your mind to do so, and hadn't come to your senses, would you have said anything? I think not.
Your power likely rivals his in all ways. If some nobody gives up their ability to light a goddamn candle, I could care less.
You, on the other, have a responsibility. You don't have the luxury to entertain weak willed thoughts that will give you an easy out. Learn to deal with it. It's a part of you. It is you. It's not so easily given up.
Don't forget - our captor's contract isn't the only one you agreed to. What do you think happens when you turn your back on your own soul?
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