[ By the time Maruki comes back out of the bathroom with his thumb wrapped in a bandage, Akechi's now-shattered cell phone is on display, and it makes him pause in his tracks. ]
Did one of us get cursed? We're usually not this clumsy...
[He's listening. Really. Pondering and considering the potential source of this - the usual suspects come to mind. Crystal. Seravo. The Moon.
He remains hunched, close to the ground, trying to turn on his phone and open up different applications. Barely any register his finger's touch. His notes are a scrambled mess. The camera setting turns the back of his phone into a boiling inferno.]
No. [He snaps it, slamming a carrot down on the cutting board. Wasn't he just laughing a minute ago?]
We already know my head's a mess. I'm just having one of those...
[His lips snarl, trying to recall the word. He makes a tch sound, then starts chopping up the carrot. The knife he's using is way too big for the root vegetable in question.]
[ The carrot slam, the choice of utensil - a knife is a knife to Akechi in the kitchen, but Maruki and Eren tend to have a different opinion. It's weird to see him use the 'wrong' one.
Whatever.
His phone shuts down unprompted. It's over. He holds out it to Maruki to see if his *~*~miracle of life~*~* pep talk means anything at all. It won't work. He expects the man to try to turn it on anyway. ]
[He has no home in this place, or at least not one he can tie to a location, but it's still infuriating to think the safe haven they've tried to build is potentially the only place being interfered with. It's annoying to think that if they were on the farm, this wouldn't be happening.
[But...]
Why would it be contained to Stellari? There's that...thing going on everywhere. [He waves the knife around, as if that should spell out the word 'festival'.
It just seems like a much more vague, general "curse" than the effects we usually s– aah!!
[ Moving to set Akechi's broken phone down on the counter was a mistake. Maruki somehow manages to trip over– what, his own shoes? A bump in the carpet? Absolutely nothing at all?
Whatever it is, it gets him good. He staggers forward, head bonking off the counter as he hits the ground, hard. ]
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Did one of us get cursed? We're usually not this clumsy...
[ Well. They're not. ]
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[Personally, he's fine. What was he doing again, though? He turns to open the fridge - why? Scratches the back of his head...]
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He remains hunched, close to the ground, trying to turn on his phone and open up different applications. Barely any register his finger's touch. His notes are a scrambled mess. The camera setting turns the back of his phone into a boiling inferno.]
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But his question is directed up at Eren: ]
You really don't feel anything odd, Eren?
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We already know my head's a mess. I'm just having one of those...
[His lips snarl, trying to recall the word. He makes a tch sound, then starts chopping up the carrot. The knife he's using is way too big for the root vegetable in question.]
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[ The carrot slam, the choice of utensil - a knife is a knife to Akechi in the kitchen, but Maruki and Eren tend to have a different opinion. It's weird to see him use the 'wrong' one.
Whatever.
His phone shuts down unprompted. It's over. He holds out it to Maruki to see if his *~*~miracle of life~*~* pep talk means anything at all. It won't work. He expects the man to try to turn it on anyway. ]
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Your head isn't usually like this around us, though. Something's going on.
[ A beat, and then– ]
Maybe it's the house. Something going on in Stellari specifically.
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[He has no home in this place, or at least not one he can tie to a location, but it's still infuriating to think the safe haven they've tried to build is potentially the only place being interfered with. It's annoying to think that if they were on the farm, this wouldn't be happening.
[But...]
Why would it be contained to Stellari? There's that...thing going on everywhere. [He waves the knife around, as if that should spell out the word 'festival'.
[Come to think of it, though...]
There has to be magic involved. There always is.
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He waits for Maruki to finish his noble attempt at fixing it before plucking it back. Someone can fix it. Even Naoya has a repair shop. ]
Which means there's little we can do but wait for it wear off. What an irritating affair.
afdshOFIHSD we can wrap this disaster if you guys want
[ Moving to set Akechi's broken phone down on the counter was a mistake. Maruki somehow manages to trip over– what, his own shoes? A bump in the carpet? Absolutely nothing at all?
Whatever it is, it gets him good. He staggers forward, head bonking off the counter as he hits the ground, hard. ]
Ow...
[ This Will Continue. ]