[Final, and without room for argument. Akechi won't be asking Kurusu Akira - not now.
A few weeks down the line, he may be able to eke out enough details to connect the dots. Akechi has the upper hand right now. Knows Akira's timeline, history, has a vague idea of the reality he may have been pulled from. Asking that-
Is showing too much of his own hand, or lack thereof.]
I'm no longer entertaining questions on this topic. You're welcome to mull it over to yourself or sit in silence - I don't care.
[ He's too tired to press. Doesn't think he would even if he had the energy for it.
Some unease sits in his chest, a desire to insert himself, to meddle, to fix, and a fogged over memory of a reality where he did exactly that. It didn't end well for any of them, did it?
Maruki sighs, pats the side of his bed. ]
Come sit over here. I want to tell you something.
even if u weren't do u think I care kill me in one shot or ten
[ More than satisfied, actually. He might look the slightest bit smug if he had the energy left over for it.
Instead he leans back comfortably, holds up the hand with a needle still in it. ]
Did you know that hundreds of years ago, doctors practiced milk transfusions? They labored under the delusion that milk could transform into white blood cells, so for a brief period of time, it was a treatment for a variety of illnesses.
[ A beat. ]
An unsuccessful treatment. Many died.
[ Does a morbid fact make you feel better, you pissy baby? ]
[ Ugh. Gross. He knew Akechi would like that one, which is a derogatory statement all on its own. ]
You're probably right. It ruined banana milk for me for years after I found out, though...
[ They can sit in this awful conclave and trade medical fun facts until he feels like he won't pass out during the MILES LONG WALK back home. Bonding time after a near death experience. What a world. ]
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[Final, and without room for argument. Akechi won't be asking Kurusu Akira - not now.
A few weeks down the line, he may be able to eke out enough details to connect the dots. Akechi has the upper hand right now. Knows Akira's timeline, history, has a vague idea of the reality he may have been pulled from. Asking that-
Is showing too much of his own hand, or lack thereof.]
I'm no longer entertaining questions on this topic. You're welcome to mull it over to yourself or sit in silence - I don't care.
[Akechi is just gonna Hang Over Here.]
i'm going somewhere with this i swear
[ He's too tired to press. Doesn't think he would even if he had the energy for it.
Some unease sits in his chest, a desire to insert himself, to meddle, to fix, and a fogged over memory of a reality where he did exactly that. It didn't end well for any of them, did it?
Maruki sighs, pats the side of his bed. ]
Come sit over here. I want to tell you something.
even if u weren't do u think I care kill me in one shot or ten
[ He's good over here. ❤️]
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[ patpatpatpatpat ]
And you're going to want to hear this, trust me.
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Akechi did shoot him in the neck.
Maybe it hurts to speak up. Not that's it's his problem in the slightest. Play stupid games win shitty prizes.
He stands there for a few more seconds before crossing the room to sit down at the aforepatted spot. Arms crossed, one leg resting over the other.]
Are you satisfied? Spit it out.
hehehe cw just. gross medical shit
Instead he leans back comfortably, holds up the hand with a needle still in it. ]
Did you know that hundreds of years ago, doctors practiced milk transfusions? They labored under the delusion that milk could transform into white blood cells, so for a brief period of time, it was a treatment for a variety of illnesses.
[ A beat. ]
An unsuccessful treatment. Many died.
[ Does a morbid fact make you feel better, you pissy baby? ]
awwwww mamaruki CW: gross shit
OH.
He did want to hear that - color him shocked. That information is taken in at the speed of sound.]
Really? Because of the nutrients I assume. It makes little sense in hindsight, but I can follow the logic. It must have been agonizing, frankly.
[If ONLY HE HAD GOOGLE.]
How fascinating.
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You're probably right. It ruined banana milk for me for years after I found out, though...
[ They can sit in this awful conclave and trade medical fun facts until he feels like he won't pass out during the MILES LONG WALK back home. Bonding time after a near death experience. What a world. ]