[ The upside of being so flustered by Akechi's presence in the living room and Night Sky's departure is that Maruki was more or less blind to everything else around him. The state of the room didn't register to him. Hell, the dogs themselves barely did. He says they seemed nice, but his mind was so frantic that he can't even recall what they vaguely looked like. ]
All jokes aside, I really am sorry that you had to deal with that. It must have been a frustrating interruption to your reg–
[ –ularly scheduled statue demolition dies on his tongue as he turns to look sympathetically back at where Akechi had to spend the night.
The jam is so sweet on his tongue with every bite sized piece of toast he slowly pops between his lips. He doesn't need to look back - already knows exactly how that room's set up, but tilts his head to the side all the same, following Maruki's gaze.
Feigned surprise crosses his faces. He takes another bite. Oh nooooo - it sure looks like his shirt.]
Oh, is it?
[A damn shame, those dogs and their shenanigans.]
I'm unsure. I was so tired from watching them I hardly know what they got into - my sincerest apologies if they happened to get your clothing.
The coffee tastes great today. As does his next bite of toast, chewed on slowly while he pretends to survey the area for the first time.]
It seems more damage was done then I initially thought. What an unfortunate mess.
[ The final piece of his torn up toast consumed, he eyes the shoe! So troubled! A detective prince should be deeply concerned about such matters.]
I didn't do anything. Surely you don't think I chewed up the shoe. Dogs are truly unpredictable animals. Though...this may be a lesson in putting up your items as well.
You never know when a surprise visitor will come through your window with pets, after all.
[ He stares at Akechi through his whole monologue, continues it for a long moment afterwards.
Then laughs, defeated. ]
Yeah, I believe I deserved that. Well-played.
[ Make no mistake, he's incredibly irritated about the state of his belongings! He gathers up the shirt, the satchel, the shoe, places them on the table to take back to his room afterwards–
And there it is. ]
My mug!
[ He stoops too quickly as he scoops it up, hisses in pain on the stiff, unsteady way back up. Damn back.
If he had a free hand, he'd swat Akechi again on his way back to the bar, fond and annoyed at once. ]
The dogs even knew which mug I prefer, huh. Smart guys.
['Well-played' is an unexpected response to the Maruki-centric mass destruction splayed around the living room. What a forgiving, bleeding heart.
Then 'My mug' elicits more glee than it should - smug smile hidden by a well timed sip of coffee. He's glad it hurts - screw him. A little pain is good for the spirit or whatever.]
Your 'friend' trained them well - what can I say. They picked it out from the cupboard and I was trying to play the part of an attentive, kind host.
[In his humble opinion, he did great!]
All the cups look similar - I'm not so petty as to pick out yours on purpose. It's an unfortunate accident. You have my deepest apologies.
[He sure doesn't sound sorry.]
god bless this mess we can wrap here or in one more if u want
[ No, he absolutely doesn't sound apologetic, and Maruki clocks it instantly. He snorts a laugh, slides back into his seat, returns to his toast and coffee, and lets the companionable silence fall between them.
It's only broken when he casually, thoughtfully asks: ]
Do you think one of us needs to tell Zazie the new house rule, or are bugs exempt?
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All jokes aside, I really am sorry that you had to deal with that. It must have been a frustrating interruption to your reg–
[ –ularly scheduled statue demolition dies on his tongue as he turns to look sympathetically back at where Akechi had to spend the night.
A beat.
A squint. ]
Is that my shirt?
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The jam is so sweet on his tongue with every bite sized piece of toast he slowly pops between his lips. He doesn't need to look back - already knows exactly how that room's set up, but tilts his head to the side all the same, following Maruki's gaze.
Feigned surprise crosses his faces. He takes another bite. Oh nooooo - it sure looks like his shirt.]
Oh, is it?
[A damn shame, those dogs and their shenanigans.]
I'm unsure. I was so tired from watching them I hardly know what they got into - my sincerest apologies if they happened to get your clothing.
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That's my satchel. Akechi–
[ He's up off the chair, padding back into the living room.
One of his shoes, half-chewed, sticks out from under the sofa.
Maruki picks it up, stares at it, then back at Akechi, expression wild. ]
You didn't.
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The coffee tastes great today. As does his next bite of toast, chewed on slowly while he pretends to survey the area for the first time.]
It seems more damage was done then I initially thought. What an unfortunate mess.
[ The final piece of his torn up toast consumed, he eyes the shoe! So troubled! A detective prince should be deeply concerned about such matters.]
I didn't do anything. Surely you don't think I chewed up the shoe. Dogs are truly unpredictable animals. Though...this may be a lesson in putting up your items as well.
You never know when a surprise visitor will come through your window with pets, after all.
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Then laughs, defeated. ]
Yeah, I believe I deserved that. Well-played.
[ Make no mistake, he's incredibly irritated about the state of his belongings! He gathers up the shirt, the satchel, the shoe, places them on the table to take back to his room afterwards–
And there it is. ]
My mug!
[ He stoops too quickly as he scoops it up, hisses in pain on the stiff, unsteady way back up. Damn back.
If he had a free hand, he'd swat Akechi again on his way back to the bar, fond and annoyed at once. ]
The dogs even knew which mug I prefer, huh. Smart guys.
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Then 'My mug' elicits more glee than it should - smug smile hidden by a well timed sip of coffee. He's glad it hurts - screw him. A little pain is good for the spirit or whatever.]
Your 'friend' trained them well - what can I say. They picked it out from the cupboard and I was trying to play the part of an attentive, kind host.
[In his humble opinion, he did great!]
All the cups look similar - I'm not so petty as to pick out yours on purpose. It's an unfortunate accident. You have my deepest apologies.
[He sure doesn't sound sorry.]
god bless this mess we can wrap here or in one more if u want
It's only broken when he casually, thoughtfully asks: ]
Do you think one of us needs to tell Zazie the new house rule, or are bugs exempt?
[ Just hit him, Akechi. He thinks he's funny. ]
now we wrap
He stares at the man for a solid minute in dead, complete silence. Looks back to the residual jam on his plate, the cup of coffee and-
Rolls up the crossword to whack him on his injured shoulder - light, but it probably hurts. He hopes it DOES.]
Neither of us studied entomology. Please refrain.