Oh, I'm– I'm making this more difficult? Is that so?
[ He can't help it. He laughs, the sound jolting out of him suddenly, like the sheer ridiculousness of this situation just caught up with him. Maruki leans one hand on the bar and lets his body bend over it with the force of the laughter. ]
Akechi. Seriously. This is– good god.
[ Oh, he actually hasn't laughed this hard in a while.
This is so, so fucking stupid.
He finally heaves a huge, calming breath and rights himself. He's still unsuccessfully trying to hold back little chuckles as he sets about making the promised toast, pouring the now brewed coffee into–
Where the hell is his usual mug?
Well, whatever. Into two mugs. ]
I'm not pretending anything. Absolutely nothing untoward transpired, or will transpire in that room. I'm not–
[ He pauses as he sets a cup in front of Akechi, closes his eyes, waves his hand. ]
You don't want details. I don't want to give them. But rest assured that is not what I'm after.
[ If anyone is close to unlocking his traumatic backstory, it's Akechi, but it isn't happening here and now. Honestly? This whole situation is so deeply bizarre that it's far from Maruki's mind at all, which is a blessing.
While he waits for the toast to pop up, he sugars and sips his coffee and adds one final thought: ]
Ah, but should we make sure Vash knows he's allowed too?
[ SORRY, AKECHI. NOT SORRY. YOU'RE A LITTLE SHIT AND HE LIKES TO TEASE. ]
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Maruki baulks at him, eyes wide. ]
Oh, I'm– I'm making this more difficult? Is that so?
[ He can't help it. He laughs, the sound jolting out of him suddenly, like the sheer ridiculousness of this situation just caught up with him. Maruki leans one hand on the bar and lets his body bend over it with the force of the laughter. ]
Akechi. Seriously. This is– good god.
[ Oh, he actually hasn't laughed this hard in a while.
This is so, so fucking stupid.
He finally heaves a huge, calming breath and rights himself. He's still unsuccessfully trying to hold back little chuckles as he sets about making the promised toast, pouring the now brewed coffee into–
Where the hell is his usual mug?
Well, whatever. Into two mugs. ]
I'm not pretending anything. Absolutely nothing untoward transpired, or will transpire in that room. I'm not–
[ He pauses as he sets a cup in front of Akechi, closes his eyes, waves his hand. ]
You don't want details. I don't want to give them. But rest assured that is not what I'm after.
[ If anyone is close to unlocking his traumatic backstory, it's Akechi, but it isn't happening here and now. Honestly? This whole situation is so deeply bizarre that it's far from Maruki's mind at all, which is a blessing.
While he waits for the toast to pop up, he sugars and sips his coffee and adds one final thought: ]
Ah, but should we make sure Vash knows he's allowed too?
[ SORRY, AKECHI. NOT SORRY. YOU'RE A LITTLE SHIT AND HE LIKES TO TEASE. ]