[Oh, that feels like a threat! Good! He was hoping to have a chance to flaunt his blackmail.
Which is why Ren gets a screencap of the ever lively group chat that Akechi has muted, his phone's message box visible. A familiar photo thumbnail uploaded on the left hand side, unsent. Looming. Waiting. ]
[Oh, Akechi. Your hubris was always your downfall.
[Ren proceeds to send a similar screenshot; the group chat, with a photo in the send box. It's Akechi halfway through a mouthful of food.
[Ren doesn't care if his friends know that he sleeps. He does suspect that Akechi will care if his friends see anything suggesting he's a human with survival needs, though.]
His fingers smear his screen as he tries to zoom into the panel to see what he's eating - discern when this happened. It's sushi. Last week? Last month? They go out to his favorite place so often he can't peg the timing and their school uniforms do no favors to figure out a date.]
[In and out, in and out, in and out - he can see every flaw in this candid photo. It cannot go into that group chat. Eyes too wrinkled, mouth agape in a disgusting way, rice on his cheek, are his eyebrows uneven?]
Akechi lunges for him - not his neck or any vital body part. Nope, he's looking for Ren's fucking cell phone in whatever pockets exist on his body right now.
And the bear hug nigh incapacities every part of his body except his fingers. That are able to reach his own phone half poking out of his pocket and well, unfortunate Ren's his boyfriend. Unfortunate he has muscle memory. Unfortunate that he's now trying to call the phone through a rapid finger slamming session against a screen he can't see - oh he's gonna get it.]
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Which is why Ren gets a screencap of the ever lively group chat that Akechi has muted, his phone's message box visible. A familiar photo thumbnail uploaded on the left hand side, unsent. Looming. Waiting. ]
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[Ren proceeds to send a similar screenshot; the group chat, with a photo in the send box. It's Akechi halfway through a mouthful of food.
[Ren doesn't care if his friends know that he sleeps. He does suspect that Akechi will care if his friends see anything suggesting he's a human with survival needs, though.]
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His fingers smear his screen as he tries to zoom into the panel to see what he's eating - discern when this happened. It's sushi. Last week? Last month? They go out to his favorite place so often he can't peg the timing and their school uniforms do no favors to figure out a date.]
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WILLPOWER PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE]
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dont check fb
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Homework, tabs for a research paper and all.]
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Actually, turn on your location. I'll come to you.
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ilu
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Nothing comes through. Not right away. Not until he's halfway there, full of Murderous Intent™. Ren's a stupid asshole, but-]
♥
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[He awaits his fate.]
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Someone's here to see you. He doesn't look happy, but really, when does he.
He doesn't look angry either. It's probably safe to open.]
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And somewhat stunned Ren answered the door. Not that anyone he dated would be cowardly enough to avoid facing the metaphorical music.]
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Akechi lunges for him - not his neck or any vital body part. Nope, he's looking for Ren's fucking cell phone in whatever pockets exist on his body right now.
The picture dies first.]
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[Get bear hugged, idiot.]
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[You know what he's looking for.
And the bear hug nigh incapacities every part of his body except his fingers. That are able to reach his own phone half poking out of his pocket and well, unfortunate Ren's his boyfriend. Unfortunate he has muscle memory. Unfortunate that he's now trying to call the phone through a rapid finger slamming session against a screen he can't see - oh he's gonna get it.]
You have ten seconds.