[Full of surprises - a hand grabbed and used to hoist himself up. No hesitation. No concern. Now, more than ever, he hates Maruki Takuto.
If their positions were reversed, Akechi would have wasted no time in telling Maruki exactly what he thought of his 'help' - where he should shove his hand. A notion that doesn't seem to occur in whatever crossed wires fill his mind.
But they're both up.
They're okay.
An inkling in the back of his mind pursuing what that power was, even in the throes of exhaustion. No Azathoth appearing to lick their wounds - it's likely Maruki is spent. Loki and Robin Hood remain persistent and silent, not that they would provide any help in this moment.
Maruki says something. Akechi didn't catch it, but it's obvious what he meant by the way he heads towards the castle with slow steps, shaky breath.
He follows. The offer heard, ignored and-
A hand back on his arm, tugging an unwilling body forward.
He'll never understand Maruki. Even if they spent 20 more years together, only separated by a single wall, free time spent in each other's company more often than not, Akechi will never untangle what makes him tick. What makes him accept abuse, violence, and no repayment other than a shared resolve to go back to Tokyo.
It's so goddamn maddening-
That he wouldn't have been able to peel himself off the grass without him - couldn't move forward without him.
Akechi hates him - deeply. A sensation pooling in his heart.]
I need my gun - let go and do whatever you need to inside. I'll follow shortly.
[Can Maruki even see right now? Akechi has no clue, but he assumes the man will figure it out somehow. Touch the walls and follow the path. Maybe one of their housemates will pull him in.]
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If their positions were reversed, Akechi would have wasted no time in telling Maruki exactly what he thought of his 'help' - where he should shove his hand. A notion that doesn't seem to occur in whatever crossed wires fill his mind.
But they're both up.
They're okay.
An inkling in the back of his mind pursuing what that power was, even in the throes of exhaustion. No Azathoth appearing to lick their wounds - it's likely Maruki is spent. Loki and Robin Hood remain persistent and silent, not that they would provide any help in this moment.
Maruki says something. Akechi didn't catch it, but it's obvious what he meant by the way he heads towards the castle with slow steps, shaky breath.
He follows. The offer heard, ignored and-
A hand back on his arm, tugging an unwilling body forward.
He'll never understand Maruki. Even if they spent 20 more years together, only separated by a single wall, free time spent in each other's company more often than not, Akechi will never untangle what makes him tick. What makes him accept abuse, violence, and no repayment other than a shared resolve to go back to Tokyo.
It's so goddamn maddening-
That he wouldn't have been able to peel himself off the grass without him - couldn't move forward without him.
Akechi hates him - deeply. A sensation pooling in his heart.]
I need my gun - let go and do whatever you need to inside. I'll follow shortly.
[Can Maruki even see right now? Akechi has no clue, but he assumes the man will figure it out somehow. Touch the walls and follow the path. Maybe one of their housemates will pull him in.]