[Pushback. Of course there is. Why would she expect anything else.
But it's still so fucking annoying.]
no. we aren't going to maruki's palace today. i already told akira i have to talk to you.
[Fine. If he wants this the hard way, then she'll have to make it a lot clearer.
Futaba isn't above leverage. There's only one person in a room that Akechi Goro pays attention to. She doesn't know how he ever thought he was going to fool anyone.]
there's a lot more i could tell him, too.
it's a shame how one of the biggest gray pigeon shrine contributors isn't very active these days. they used to get into some pretty funny fights on reedit though. i think akira would get a kick out of some of them.
it might be more interesting to send him the field experiment results of a certain research lab department, though. i can't even guess what kind of face he'd make then.
what do you think?
[It's low. It's a weapon she doesn't want to pull, because there are things in those reports that both of them would rather that Akira never sees. But it's a card that's still worth playing.
Akechi's a fool if he thinks she'll buckle just because he said so.
Another message is delivered.]
all of that is easy for me, and there are plenty of other things i can do.
now. are you ready to come to leblanc, or do you want to stamp your feet like a little child for even longer?
[ The first threat means nothing to him. It's so childish that he almost shuts off his phone on the spot. An anonymous user's arguments may be linked back to him because of an elite hacker, but it's an easy situation to manage. The world is rotten. Perfect. There's no time to nitpick and poke fun at that shit.
It's the second point that makes his finger hover over shut down instead of pressing.
There is nothing in this world that's his alone now. Maruki's strings keep him moving. All his sins were forgotten. His past rests in the mind of Akira and a madman that resurrected him and now-
A nobody holds yet another knife - twists it with such ferocity that he's borderline impressed. He rub his molars raw anyway. It's irritating. Frustrating. Baffling that this is yet another part of his life that can't remain tucked away. The spotlight he yearned for grows brighter, brighter, brighter with every word he reads, rereads, watches pop up onto the screen.
It's disgusting. He wants to smash it and coat himself in a darkness he didn't appreciate months ago.
What a goddamn mess.
He turns on his heel, walking towards the train station before giving a response. She's probably tracking him anyway and -
He presses shut down to prove a point. For a minute, two, three - it's not a tantrum, it's a way to maintain some semblance of control over this. He can end it any point, just as easy she can. There's a reason she wants to talk about information only he can confirm. It takes two to manage it. She doesn't hold all the power here.
And the screen is brighter than ever when he settles into a train seat, power on making yet another point.
It lights up and he responds. ]
When I get there, I expect you to make your point quick and let the matter drop. I don't have time to indulge you in needless chatter nor am I under any obligation to provide information to you.
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But it's still so fucking annoying.]
no. we aren't going to maruki's palace today. i already told akira i have to talk to you.
[Fine. If he wants this the hard way, then she'll have to make it a lot clearer.
Futaba isn't above leverage. There's only one person in a room that Akechi Goro pays attention to. She doesn't know how he ever thought he was going to fool anyone.]
there's a lot more i could tell him, too.
it's a shame how one of the biggest gray pigeon shrine contributors isn't very active these days. they used to get into some pretty funny fights on reedit though. i think akira would get a kick out of some of them.
it might be more interesting to send him the field experiment results of a certain research lab department, though. i can't even guess what kind of face he'd make then.
what do you think?
[It's low. It's a weapon she doesn't want to pull, because there are things in those reports that both of them would rather that Akira never sees. But it's a card that's still worth playing.
Akechi's a fool if he thinks she'll buckle just because he said so.
Another message is delivered.]
all of that is easy for me, and there are plenty of other things i can do.
now. are you ready to come to leblanc, or do you want to stamp your feet like a little child for even longer?
THROWS MY HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UP
It's the second point that makes his finger hover over shut down instead of pressing.
There is nothing in this world that's his alone now. Maruki's strings keep him moving. All his sins were forgotten. His past rests in the mind of Akira and a madman that resurrected him and now-
A nobody holds yet another knife - twists it with such ferocity that he's borderline impressed. He rub his molars raw anyway. It's irritating. Frustrating. Baffling that this is yet another part of his life that can't remain tucked away. The spotlight he yearned for grows brighter, brighter, brighter with every word he reads, rereads, watches pop up onto the screen.
It's disgusting. He wants to smash it and coat himself in a darkness he didn't appreciate months ago.
What a goddamn mess.
He turns on his heel, walking towards the train station before giving a response. She's probably tracking him anyway and -
He presses shut down to prove a point. For a minute, two, three - it's not a tantrum, it's a way to maintain some semblance of control over this. He can end it any point, just as easy she can. There's a reason she wants to talk about information only he can confirm. It takes two to manage it. She doesn't hold all the power here.
And the screen is brighter than ever when he settles into a train seat, power on making yet another point.
It lights up and he responds. ]
When I get there, I expect you to make your point quick and let the matter drop. I don't have time to indulge you in needless chatter nor am I under any obligation to provide information to you.